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My Heart Creeps 

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My heart creeps through the caverns of death, examining each pothole, each lost,

decaying soul. And there I find you curled against the light, resigned to the apathy

that has infected your flow. I drift to where the weepers are and the howlers of

animal grief. With me, you go, though your head is barely lifted and your eyes are

dull like sanded jewels. With me, through the eerie tunnels where stones lay in wait

for us to stumble upon – stones of helpless rage, stones of defiant fear, of

overwhelming hopelessness, of blaming life for what must be endured. We manage

together beyond these rocks of bitter doom to an opening where an angel’s steady

hand strokes our spines, loves us in our wanting, though we see no change, see only

sickness, months ahead without cause or cure. The angel sleeps beside you, merges

its goodness with people who help to give me strength so I can give you what you

need. We journey as friends whose souls combine. We press foreheads and wait for

the burden to break. The angel speaks in the wings of crows who pass our home day

and night. The angel speaks through the T.V. screen, through the smile of your

compassionate caretaker. It tells me to hold on, to hold you, be patient in this grief.

The angel holds my hand. He cradles you in his dress. He tells us death is nothing.

Death will not come. He sacrifices his breath to you, then kneels for your recovery.

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Copyright © 1998 by Allison Grayhurst

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.Published in “Rocket Boy Poetry Page” November 2015

http://rocketboylit.blogspot.ca/2015/11/my-heart-creeps-poem-by-allison.html

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Review of The Longing To Be: 

“The contents of Allison Grayhurst’s book The Longing To Be are both personal and universal and are described in such thematic and golden terms that one can see that a lot of thought has gone into each line. The poems are written mostly in free verse throughout, with both rhythm and soul weaved into them. For some poems, the layout seems experimental, and there is definitely a playfulness in the way that the words and verses fall onto the page. Others do conform to a “norm”, whatever that is. All are dramatic and thoughtful. These are layered poems with new horizons presented to the reader in every re-read. The effect is to keep things fresh with poems that constantly surprise in spite, and because of, the number of times being read. I thoroughly recommend The Longing To Be as a poetry book to study carefully and cherish far into the future,” poet Brian Shirra.

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