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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