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Release Me

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Chilled in the village

of frivolous searching.

I walk to the corner store,

withering in the grey-tone light.

I thought I was meant for purity

for something to sink a holy tooth in –

but there are tiny living beings on my bookshelves,

oil spills in my garden, and bodies, everywhere

talking, picking up stones, putting down stones,

even children with mutilated souls,

everywhere – alone, alone – the avalanche

of isolation, the flood of self-preservation no matter

the murder weapon. Kiss me. Rip the zodiac

in half. I am bored with this unending night.

I am through with the sleeping pills and the chakra chant.

I’m through with holding time, karma,

through with being subjugated

by the pull and tug of these unbreakable chains.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Dark Blooms Literary Zine” November 2015

http://darkbloomspoetry.blogspot.ca/2015/11/release-me-poem-by-allison-grayhurst.htm

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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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