Month: December 2012

  • Taking Risks

    In 2012, I found myself in a situation in which I either had to embrace change and transformation, or return to stagnation and somehow discover contentment in a situation that wasn’t working for me anymore. I definitely didn’t feel ready for change and transformation when they came to me, but I knew that if I didn’t allow them to lead me where I needed to go, I would regret it forever. Still, I had to get over being completely terrified of the great unknown that was ahead of me, but I subdued my fears and went for it, opening myself up to where life was ready to lead me. Unfortunately I had to wade through some terribly rank sewage when things didn’t work out, but I also had some amazing, incredible experiences that I can count among the best days of my life. In spite of everything, I learned more about myself, about love and about life than I thought I was capable of absorbing over the course of a year, and I feel like I’m a much better person because of it albeit still nursing wounds at the moment.

    So the next time you think you’re not ready for something, know that it’s just your fear trying to keep you from transforming into someone better than you are at that very moment. You are ready. But if you convince yourself that you aren’t, you’ll never realize how brilliant and resourceful and strong you are until you go for it.

    My wish for everyone who comes across this post either today, on New Year’s Eve, or at any other point in the future is that you all take risks and live the life you’ve always wanted to live. Start small if you have to and work up to bigger ones. Identify your priorities and do everything necessary to see that you meet them. Say what you’ve got primed on your tongue. Do what you’ve always wanted to do. Don’t hesitate. Live without regrets.

    I promise to remember this as I go forward into 2013. Happy New Year!

    ♥ EAB

  • Moraine

    It’s no secret that I take after the confessional poets’ model, and this opus on love and loss is no exception. Later tonight, I’m going to burn a slip of paper that lists all the things I don’t want to carry forward with me into 2013, and what pains me most in this poem will be on that list. 

    moraine, n. /məˈreɪn/
    1. a ridge, mound, or irregular mass of unstratified glacial drift, chiefly boulders, gravel, sand, and clay.
    2. a deposit of such material left on the ground by a glacier.

    Moraine

    I have been displaced.
    You shook everything loose. All
    mirrors tease wholeness—behind
    shelves of self-medication,
    the smeary glares of barmaids—

    most melodies are leaden—
    swords and knives—and a barbed wire
    lyric twists ’round my throat and
    chokes out what I once loved most
    about cheap musics.

    Your fingers coiled tight ’round my
    wrists when your instinct took hold
    so that I couldn’t leave you.
    You pressed your thorny will deep,
    ’til the head was stripped.

    And whereas I was complete,
    cracks formed, ’til I fell apart.

    Nerves are all numb, ears
    collect senseless sound, and tongue
    converts nourishment to ash,
    bone, and sand. I’m scant much but
    a useless audit of time.

    Light comes, night goes, and
    I mourn for my greatest selves
    shed on the floor of your cell,
    all of them swept out on a
    tidy Friday. Bruises should

    shift—brown to gold—but howling
    Gods of Retrogradation
    have chained my splintered fragments
    to a spectral band of deep
    blue that just won’t heal.

    Happy New Year! All the best to every last one of you that 2013 is your best year yet!  

    ♥ EAB

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