her voice is soft,
.
hair long and blond
.
she sits with her legs crossed
palms up
towards the ceiling,
or to the skies over the city,
.
i am not sure.
.
the room is full people
just like me,
.
other people
with lives so ordinary
it makes us weep
when the lights
go out over our lives at night,
.
but here we are on a saturday
morning,
.
the streets outside
busy with things we do not want to chase right now,
.
we are eager and generous
with our smiles,
.
all our cracks are hidden
in this sacred place, and
.
i wish we could show them to each other, and
.
please don’t make me talk to the body next to me.
.
i have come to learn
how to meditate,
find peace in my pieces,
.
not be seen by strangers, and
.
after we all have tea,
we wash our cups
and
sit.
.
we wait,
.
and when she speaks
her voice is soothing,
.
a cold night in the middle of november,
.
she tells us to let our thoughts
go, just
.
let them come.
observe.
do not follow them.
do not engage them.
.
just watch, and
then let them go again.
.
let them go
again.
.
my heart is a soft lump in my hands.
.
she looks up at me,
.
smiles
at the way i am holding my head to one side
listening to you inside of me,
.
and how i want more,
not less.
.
does it show?
.
i think she knows that i have already failed
at letting things go,
.
at letting you go.
.
— a lesson in failure.
.
© Liezel Graham 2019.
.
Photography by Evie Shaffer.
.
.
.
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i spoon the last of the blackcurrant jam onto my morning toast
.
sweet on my tongue and tart, it tastes like the life that i have been given, and after my hunger is filled, i wash the remains from the inside of the jar
.
the morning sun falling on my fumbling fingers as i fight to remove the label
.
stubborn in the hot, soapy water
.
determined to stick
.
to remind the whole world of what it once was
.
i do not give up until it is clean
.
i have made a life from removing things that are no longer true
.
i hold the empty jar up to the light
.
how far have i come?
.
a thin strip of glue remains, but i will not discard it
.
tonight i shall put a small candle inside
.
a new purpose
.
it will hold the light in the dark as i bath
.
i have been given many second chances, too.
.
— i am not finished yet.
.
© Liezel Graham 2019.
.
Photography by Adrienne Calvo.
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