Hell is High
(when the only power left is to surrender)
At the height of this hill,
the warm air is gone,
the fledging is removed from its nest,
no fossil is found. Once
there was a living thing, up here,
something, at sometime, burned
The devil is a thief. The devil blows air bubbles
into the veins. The devil has many eyes,
though none offer clarity.
On this hill, I sleep, stride, then unveil this
saga of betrayal and disappointment. The devil comes,
but I will not be ruled. I accept this anguish, anger,
grief, and finally, emptiness – on this hill – I accept
God’s love, though it hurts and breaks both my ankles
so that I am stuck here – on this barren pinnacle –
owner of what has passed and what has yet to come.
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Junk in July Poetry Zine” November 2015
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