Lift
What I need to see,
I can’t – the shape,
the vibration,
a mouth full of Amens.
What I need to happen
is the gates I’ve laboured
in every way to lift, to at last
be lifted, and there will
the re-arranging of disorder,
hopelessness vanquished,
along with the dissolving of cursed errands
and their damaging and rippling influence.
What I long for is to be released
but I cannot find a way, surrounded
by chaotic void, as I lie belly-up
capsized in a space of cruel
and perverted punishment.
What I dream
I can only envision, clear
as the scuff marks on a white floor,
clear as a male cardinal
on a snow-covered branch.
What I dream
is to hail a hidden strength,
to drive a wedge under
these barred doors, lift,
just enough
to fully
slip through.
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Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Academy of the Heart and Mind” July 2022
https://academyoftheheartandmind.wordpress.com/2022/07/17/choice-and-other-poems/
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