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
.Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Academy of the Heart and Mind” July 2022
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