When you bleed
do you bleed in the summer,
early morning, on wet grass?
Or just because the door is open,
do you close it and walk up a steep hill?
When you are walled in, is it prejudice
or wisdom, packing you tight, with no
left-over spaces to stretch?
Each day comes like a sword, living is charged
with complexities that must be cut through –
amputated calcifications to reach the fleshy core.
I thought we could sail straight through the waters
but you, lover of chaos, called in the mad waves
and rode them gleefully to any shore.
I can only catch up,
follow and accept your choices.
I can only ask myself –
what fresh boundary must I break through?
What deep-set morality must I re-think?
For love, for you,
to keep us true, connected.
Copyright © 2020 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Raven Cage Zine” August 2020
Published in “The Academy of The Heart and Mind” October 2020
.Published in “The Academy of The Heart and Mind” October 2020
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