My Cup – a poem by Allison Grayhurst

My Cup

Dream the light that blazes
over the arch of time.
Plunge in and peel.
Now. You are here.
There is no path, but the path
of intensity, trusting, 
even when you fail.
Shave off the matts, the baggage of loss
that has outlived its necessity.
Step on the grass. Reach. Know you are
on the other side. 
The past and its broken greenhouse
cracked walls, yellowed stems, rotted leaves
are of another country.
No loss was unbearable.
Torment has transformed, 
has been set right and matured. 
Happiness is a horse. 
She stands before you, offers you a ride.
Be brave as a confident child, 
feet off the ground, 
in union, in flight.

Allison Grayhurst is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. Five times nominated for “Best of the Net,” she has over 1300 poems published in over 500 international journals. She has 25 published books of poetry and 6 chapbooks. She lives in Toronto with her family. She also sculpts, working with clay.

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