The Path Least Expected
Afraid as the scent overflows
from the dark and through the sun.
I am watching you but I am
bound to the surface like the
ant to the dirt,
like numbers to the analytical mind.
I am bound to the end whenever it comes,
until I am called
to give it up and called no more to this Earth.
Afraid of the sound of the hollow years
but still myself though I am weaned from
the miraculous and thinned as a once
potent drug, still myself
afraid and bound, holding
a destiny I never uttered
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Dark Blooms Literary Zine” November 2015
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