The thorn of
a hero’s anguish
and noble isolation
is not a wand
bearing a secret jewel
but the whisper of sweet suffering
that says it makes a soul better,
braver, ready to do the difficult thing.
It is the step before spiritual freedom,
not a destination, but the line of threshold,
the place of guilt when just before guilt explodes,
eliminating the essence of its own nature.
It is the collecting just before absolute
surrender, the pain in the head that keeps
every touchpoint tense but never releases
the flow. It is the finger hovering over the button,
– a purgatory of necessary importance.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Dissident Voice” May 2015
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