She – A Poem by Allison Grayhurst

Fear is splendid
in making the body inflamed,
bloated on trepidation at the news
of many meadows burning.

She hurried and found a healer
inside herself, willing to go
the distance and forfeit
personal power for a greater
acquisition.
She understood the traveller and
the sit-at-homer as one in the same,
especially on a stormy day or a year of upheaval.

Faith is the bullseye with no point-marks gained
unless hit dead-centre, directing every focus
to only that centre.
Faith is the wave to ride to the shore,
removed from other moving sources,
like wind and arm-strokes.

She opened herself to fear
not denying it but seeing it
as just another entity
under the canopy, smaller
than the giving sun.

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