Courage
Where I Lie
It’s
been my right hand on fire,
my
eyes undertow
and
my lips sliced by ant bites
that
brought me to this landscape
of
difficult beauty
where
there is no allowance for sun,
but
still, there is joy
within
the darkness. There are shapes
and
there is
possibility.
This
land of undefined lines
and
little colour, where the warmest beat
has
died, and even that, somehow, is
surmountable.
A land where miracles
will
not be defeated by death
or
by a torn perfection.
I
Try To Breathe
God
said
I
didn’t do it out of malice,
I
did it out of mercy.
And
so I try to understand
through
the emotion of purified faith.
I
try to recognize the truth petrified within
like
a soul cracked and brittle
but
still shining its unique glow.
The
cold egg sits in my pocket.
I
keep it there for when I get hungry,
if
I get hungry,
which
doesn’t seem to happen much
anymore.
So
it sits, cold, rubbery and whole,
sits,
an egg too squished to roll,
sits
for potential nourishment, as security without salt.
I
try not to use it. I try to hold onto what God said
and
breathe that in
as
my only necessary
sustenance.
The Many Lights of Eden
The
one with many lights
standing
by the new water
traveled
by carrying a throne on his shoulders.
Bartholomew
came and
Bartholomew
wandered
like
a visitor where ever he was.
The
one brought by fear’s inception
(fear
of being rejected and a
desperation
to be loved)
also
brought a strange deception.
But
the one with many lights
speaks
softly on the inside
and
leaves all bodies easily breathing.
Bio:Allison Grayhurst is a member of the League of
Canadian Poets. Twice nominated for Sundress Publications “Best of the Net” 2015,
she has over 700 poems published in over 330 international journals. She has
eleven published books of poetry, seven collections, seven chapbooks, and a
chapbook pending publication. She lives in Toronto
with her family. She also sculpts, working with clay; www.allisongrayhurst.com
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