I hope

I hope



Then they took what

was mine to keep

and I tossed like a broken-winged bird

trying to gain elevation.

I am in the land of bright and golden limbo

and I am listening.

Is it courage I need or a miracle

that will arrive like a true and lasting foundation?

I am hoping to pass through these

narrow corridors once and for all,

significant, conquering, not forsaken.

I am hoping for a buffer zone, for a hand

to help and make my climb out that much easier.

I hope to say thank you,

all traces of decay are gone,

to build something beautiful

not side-by-side an equally growing intolerable loss.

I hope to gather myself, seal all the holes,

see what it will feel like to lose

my rage, my despair, exiled

no more.



.Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “Academy of the Heart and Mind” July 2022




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