It is hard to resume
business as usual
when you’ve watched the clock’s hand
move toward midnight
as flesh
Yes, it is always ticking
in that direction
(and over again)
But now I feel the seconds
beating in my chest
Hard to invest in less than beauty
when you’ve stared into the face of
existence and its lack
Stood on the edge and clung fast
wriggled your ankles from its grasp
We are all teetering here, I grant
whether we know it or not
But I cannot stop
my stomach from turning
my toes from digging in
having seen
how far it drops
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This is do beautiful and relatable. As a stage 4 survivor, I can relate, especially to these lines “Stood on the edge and clung fast/wriggled your ankles from its grasp”
Thank you for putting the scary feeling of starting into the abyss not such beautiful form,
Thank you so very much. Big hugs & lots of solidarity!
I am so proud and continue to be in a mesmerized state of joy and love in you, my dear.
Beautifully written. Powerful.
This will stay with me. Thank you for putting something so difficult to say into such beautiful language!
Madeline, I love this poem so much! It speaks to what I have felt, and still feel now, but haven’t been able to put into words. Hope you have had many opportunities to invest in beauty. Thank you for sharing.