To Leave This Sickness
I am sick like the bug-eaten rose or
the old awaiting death.
I have been reversed,
thrown into the garbage can.
There is nothing to come that will help,
nothing to hold the two halves of my head
together. I shout out. I stop shouting and
silence is what I have.
I am through with myself, with this
ungoverned agitation mounting and
hurling at others – then imploding like a thousand thistles
projectiling on the inside.
I know nothing. Nothing of faith
and of God who I so love.
The car is coming, the blue beam has
arrived. I am going. I want to go
and see myself untrapped
– me, but not this me –
on the other side.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Inscribed Museum Literary Zine” November 2015
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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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