The Field

A crack,

followed by a breaking open.

As the walls fall,

you will no longer be contained,

held separate.

Grieve and they shall crumble,

until the last stone is still.

Leaving you in a field of golden openness.

Wide and light.

No need for protection.

Bare.

In the warm air.

By Ali Grimshaw

3 thoughts on “The Field

  1. Love this Ali. Your poems are always right in time with what I’m feeling and reading and hearing from others. Sending you so much love. Xo On Jan 26, 2016 3:02 PM, “flashlight batteries” wrote:

    > grimshaw65 posted: “A crack, followed by a breaking open. As the walls > fall, you will no longer be contained, held separate. Grieve and they shall > crumble, until the last stone is still. Leaving you in a field of golden > openness. Wide and light. No need for protecti” >

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