In fear I look at the sun
though comforted in my core
by the same bright substance.
In fear I know myself nothing,
unworthy of grace, blending
like the rest into infinite shades
of non-committal grey.
But then peace is found unlike the peace
told about in books, peace buried
deep beneath the piranhas and mirrors,
buried where all the horrors of self-inadequacy
must be walked through to reach its dispelling breath.
In fear my barriers are built like rooms to enter
to stop me from finding the open door that beckons me,
that says to me – lay down your guilt and defenses,
let self-forgiveness wash you,
and hold your enemies in open, strong arms.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2017
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