It comes like this
into the heart, planting
its spikes in the flow.
It wraps its tawny arms
around the chest and presses
with the strength of death.
The fear it gives is easy to bend to
like being caught on a raft nearing
a waterfall. It is as potent
as grief and hides its pulse like a sparrow hides
behind the branches of an evergreen.
In a prayer, in a scream, it can snap
a strong faith and separate flesh from bone.
It can call your name at any time
and change your life
like no pain has done before.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Ygdrasil – A Journal of the Poetic Arts, VOL XXIII, Issue 4”
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