I Will Not
I see the path illuminate.
I arrive with my ways behind me.
I am the one who fell and
could not rise, the one whose hand
reached out but could not let
the python go by, could not find
what I fumbled for in the realm
of wonderful light, but instead
moved my family to an inhospitable shore.
Slowly, I receive,
loosening the crusted clay from my loins.
I will be brave as one following
the hooded horse, brave as a bird
extending beyond middle heaven.
My purse is wrenched clean, and clean, for now
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Rocket Boy Poetry Page” November 2015
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