Light that came
Light that came
from the unending grief –
black-hole of pity sphere,
riding, sucking in, swirling
doomed to perpetual collapse.
Light that came
from hours caught in madness,
thrashing in the ribbon-tied, lock-chain
shadow centre – vacuum plague, persistent
as a wild current and just as impersonal.
Light that came
and broke the shell,
reached in and lifted, lifted me out of
the drowning water. That light is
a cold mercy, a sharp sword as my only defence –
detach – slice the limb that offends and watch it
bleed with indifference.
Light that came
to a changeless darkness changed
everything once maimed
so it could walk again.
Light as a miracle, whispered –
don’t give hell power,
separate yourself, cage it,
and when you feel ready,
kiss its forehead, sing it a song
– lullaby, lullaby.
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Copyright © 2020 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” September 2020
http://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-september-2020-mercy-and-fragility/
http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-11/
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