Remember the end, for it was the ripping open
of innocence and fairy hope. It was a necessary
falling, a compacting of all the extremities,
a slicing off of unworkable dreams.
That end towers within you and remains a pinnacle
of freedom. Though freedom is sometimes
harsh and cold, it is also the only place of
true attachments. And so, there are so few,
but enough to sing about. It is worth that year
of difficult breathing, worth the reformation of
your core. That ending has now ended. You hold
your own. You are remade and powerful. Child
awoken to the world. Child, still as beautiful
as when you were born – ethereal, holier
than us all.
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “VerbalArt, Volume 1, Number 2” December 2015
Published in “Cavalcade of Stars” February 2016
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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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Well done Allison and congratulations!