Inertia Foiled

 

 

         I could speak ugly

like a suicide weapon

inflating misery into

a ballooned and final action,

irrevocable.

         I could cry like I was begging –

one leg broken, both legs

unusable, cry in my rejection,

plead pity like a half-crushed

ant.

        I could hide in my comfortable spot,

refusing to move or to attempt a peering-out,

beyond

my visible understanding.

         I could stop and stop forever

but I can’t because

love is stirring, waking

ready to come down the stairs

and share a language, a trust

that overpowers my sluggish mind-flow,

tells me

         I could just receive

and dedicate my purpose

alone

to this sensation.

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Copyright © 2024 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Setu” April 2024

https://www.setumag.com/2024/03/Lit-Art-Culture-Journal.html

https://www.setumag.com/2024/03/poetry-allison-grayhurst.html

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Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” March 2024

https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2024/03/maelstrom.html

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Published in “Winamop” March 2024

http://winamop.com/ag2400.htm

http://winamop.com/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

https://allisongrayhurst.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/Inertia-Foiled.m4a?_=1

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