The unhealable past is sealed,
floating away like a helium balloon.
The city flinches and falls to my feet,
and I will not need to touch its ceiling anymore.
Simply, I will keep my secrets,
be at peace with the darkness, knowing
my breath is still mine to take,
and grief has found its perfect spot to settle
and no longer control.
Everything that has died has been buried.
The moon paints a womb and the pulse of hope
sings like it hasn’t sung for years.
Signs and symbols do not matter,
only what matters is that which races then stops;
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “PoetryMagazine.com” Fall 2011
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