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Freedom to Admit
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Almost dead
but not afraid
nor believing
that death will come.
Down, past centuries
with a flaw like glass
embedded in my heel
or like each day coming, going
without release in that day.
Farther from the umbrella
farther from the impossible
shadowless valley
from where the rich chestnuts grow
and comfort finds its way close to the
trembling chest.
Almost dead
and never quite
reviving.
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Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Boston Poetry Magazine”
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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.
“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.
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