Darkness melted into my pain One eye open to the sun And my back to the moon The earth whispers a calm Casualties roam freely in wounded pastures Graze memory
Seeds grow thick
And heavy
Till tears grew branches And wrapped themselves Into open wounds
It was a thousand breaths I took To scale a shaken nook That withered my spirit Every nerve in me could hear it No words Spirituality Not even the gods could sear it The brokenness that transmitted through my spine And grew Locs wrapped around my veins like vines It was a mangled twist That spew curse words between these lips Patterns That left bruises in the seams of my hips No one knew the dangers that formed from this riff I’m still confused and somewhat amused by This Trauma