Forgetful, in exile,

in the fires of failure,

honouring suffering

like a story told in form,

a totem-working of visual permanence.

            I bore my marriage

to the joyous wilderness in one hand,

and sacrilegious duty

in the other.

            Today, I join these hands

to create stability, sanctuary,

creativity touching ground and discipline.

I burn the dead wood, releasing

my prisoner-identity and climb out of

the fishnet into deep fulfillment like

into a valley with a lake and untamed

foliage all around.

            The pull and tug of two lives is gone,

tension internalized as useful energy,

as something to be incorporated, harnessed,

the generator of a mature dream – a dream

with no division, bound,

and happy to be bound.



Copyright © 2021 by Allison Grayhurst



First published in “Atunis Galaxy Poetry and anthology” March 2021, August 2021



Published in “Synchronized Chaos” April 2021


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