Allison Grayhurst




In fear I look at the sun

though comforted in my core

by the same bright substance.

In fear I know myself nothing,

unworthy of grace, blending

like the rest into infinite shades

of non-committal grey.

But then peace is found unlike the peace

told about in books, peace buried

deep beneath the piranhas and mirrors,

buried where all the horrors of self-inadequacy

must be walked through to reach its dispelling breath.

In fear my barriers are built like rooms to enter

to stop me from finding the open door that beckons me,

that says to me – lay down your guilt and defenses,

                let self-forgiveness wash you,

                and hold your enemies in open, strong arms.   



Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2017



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