My Cup

My Cup



Dream the light that blazes

over the arch of time.

Plunge in and peel.

Now. You are here.

There is no path, but the path

of intensity, trusting,

even when you fail.

Shave off the matts, the baggage of loss

that has outlived its necessity.

Step on the grass. Reach. Know you are

on the other side.

The past and its broken greenhouse

cracked walls, yellowed stems, rotted leaves

are of another country.

No loss was unbearable.

Torment has transformed,

has been set right and matured.

Happiness is a horse.

She stands before you, offers you a ride.

Be brave as a confident child,

feet off the ground,

in union, in flight.




Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst



Published in “Amethyst Review” October 2022



Published in  “Communicators League” August 2022



Published in “Winamop” June 2022


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