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What cannot be but fear
by Blake Griffin EdwardsOh, the inane wrestling with
the stupor of fate, debilitation
this sundry tapestry, tattered kinship and deathAn emboldened confidence, giving way
daring to be lonely but
to suffer not aloneHow the ‘meant to be’ or
‘will’ or ‘way’ may or might
just be another void, easyDetermination. Ah, human sympathy,
with truth can also be suspect
how it often is only curiosityYou dare to urge or speculate
or pray with intonation
Let your intonations be not heard but feltWasted sentiment
speak to me
to see my face, my eyesCome to me
not to feed but to hunger and eat together
not to pour water but to thirst and drink togetherNot to dare to sagacity
but to suffer and bear and relish all
Doleful beauty. To live, to dance!
Come here to dine: a cup of indecision
a portion of scrupulous quiet confusion
to lift an ounce of indomitableDespair into steeping
Joy. Yet I say “Away!”
Away to the charming inventiveSubtleties that fashion this chasmic abyss
the Actor and the Poet.
The actor and The poetCome toward me
a grief to serve every dreaded ounce of what
cannot be but fearDoes it speak, to feign
to accost, to become some dreaded
accoutrement, or unending desire?
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Blake Griffin Edwards is a psychotherapist in Washington State, USA, whose writing has been featured by the American Academy of Psychotherapists, the Association for Family Therapy and Systemic Practice, the Association for Humanistic Psychology, the Irish Association for Counselling and Psychotherapy, and the American Association for Marriage and Family Therapy.
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The Irish Association of Humanistic Cumann na hÉireann um Shíciteiripe Dhaonnachaíoch agus Chomhtháiteach
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