It isn\u2019t life, but how to live, that you get to choose.
\nBut I can\u2019t shake the feeling that
\nsomething to hold onto is something to lose. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was at a wedding when I heard (too late) the news
\nthat Eliza was married in a hospice bed.
\nIt isn\u2019t life, but how to live, that\u2019s what you get to choose. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But what do you do when all the future feels like a ruse?
\nEnjoy the moment! they say, but don\u2019t they know that
\nsomething worth holding onto is something to lose? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
What used to be a trickle of doubt and fear now spews
\nWhat used to be an errant fly buzzing is now a constant ringing in my ear:
\nIt isn\u2019t life, but how to live, that\u2019s what you get to choose. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
How do you go back when you\u2019ve seen something true?
\nWhat if you don\u2019t want anything worth holding, cause
\nsomething to hold onto is something to lose? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing works like it used to not the body or the booze.
I can\u2019t shake the feeling – How do I shake this feeling?!
It isn\u2019t life, but how to live, that\u2019s all you can choose.
Something to hold onto is something to lose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Liz is a New Yorker, a civil rights lawyer, and a writer. She enjoys talking about the heavy things in life, because it makes them a bit lighter. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It isn\u2019t life, but how to live, that you get to choose. But I can\u2019t shake the feeling that something to hold onto is something to lose. I was at a wedding when I heard (too late) the news that Eliza was married in a hospice bed. It isn\u2019t life, but how to live, that\u2019s … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1803","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pa867U-t5","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1803","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1803"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1803\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1804,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1803\/revisions\/1804"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1803"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1803"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1803"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}