Submit

Submit

 

 

When

submission to reality

is an example of good

behavior, and submission

to God, an example of

lunacy. What do I choose?

Can I choose or must I dive

back into the sludge-pool, struggling to

surface and keep the stench from moving in,

being absorbed?

 

Rage that takes me on a round-about,

adopting a slice of indignation coupled with

the exhausting sigh of failure.

Is this my path? I have tried

for a quarter of a century to brave it, be my best self

in it, and it works for a while, but never for long,

never before long when it ties me to its destruction,

grows things inside of me I cannot eradicated or soothe.

 

It can’t be another year without mercy,

another conviction, revelation

dashed to shards against the wall.

I can’t be another lost cause,

my entrapment a burden to all

who love me, where I am given two options

– hide my suffering or spread it –

no relief for me, harming my loved ones

with my vile and personal conundrum.

 

I can’t make it another day, flat out

giving myself over to this wretched occupation.

I will die tomorrow if I continue on,

split against

this unmovable rock.

 

 

.

Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

.

.

Published in  “Communicators League” August 2022

https://communicatorsleague.wordpress.com/2022/08/28/five-poems-allison-grayhurst/

.

.

Published in “Winamop” June 2022

http://www.winamop.com/ag2200.htm

.

You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.