A New Destiny
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Like a love I cannot speak,
this feeling coils around as a whip,
scorching my skin with its disease.
Break now, like the tense are broken
by gentleness
or the weak are consumed by
merciless rage, raging in waters
terrorizing and sleepless.
Proud of the years spent feasting
on turmoil and prophetic visions. Proud
to savour the call of despair, to have kissed that
face that drove the dream into the heavens.
Inertia. On my back, the rolling passions of
frustration and labour, the illness of mourning
and re-mourning the mortal end. Sing like an animal
that feels her offspring warm against her limbs.
Sing for the chance to tremble with surrender,
and live like this – a body
sown in time.
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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Bursting Plethora of Rainbow Colors”, 2012
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