Too bad you got burned
on the spell of worldly accomplishments
and comparison, that you fell
into the snowbank and drenched yourself through.
Friendly false eyes in the flame,
in the sweating ruthless ocean – you lost
the hand that held you to truth and the longing
for a deeper betterment.
But now you are home, proclaiming
the invisible as your building blocks – piled high
and mortared together strong against every storm.
You almost got pulled into the everlasting pit, fooled
by fool’s gold, but you reached the upper edge and
lifted yourself to a safe landing.
Eat from your bowl and be grateful.
Everything you asked for is already yours.
Walk away from the party,
shake hands, give uncommitted hugs,
then read by the dim light, knowing your true riches,
knowing all that you treasure is complete, thriving
in this compact tried-and-true family
and in the landscape of your evolving solitude.
Copyright © 2023 by Allison Grayhurst
“The poems included in Allison Grayhurst’s poetry collection Running, lightwave riding reveal an impressive artistic perfection and creative energy. The poems are full of lyrical force and show freshness of style. No doubt, this is a significant work. The poems have great power of observation and originality of imagination,” Dr. Karunesh Kumar Agarwal publisher Cyberwit.net
Published in “Fevers of the Mind” June 2023
Published in “Synchronized Chaos” May 2023
Published in “Winamop” May 2023
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