Shoes too big to fill The ash covering my eyes Stuck to my long eyelashes Smearing black and muck Blackface Masking nothing left Cruel facade Facing truth shouted Amplified in the quiet rustle of the ash heap
I can still find breath but no sky Long brown fingers reach for me Finding nothing left No arms No legs No calloused worn feet One size too small for shoes one size too big to fill
Bear my cross
ReplyDeleteagainst the grain
etching deep grooves
wind carves
against the grain
howling hurt
eyes stinging in disbelief
the dust, infinite
sandblasting memory
against the grain
an embossed tattoo
cauterized, as if
etching
stinging
and sandblasting
is not permanent enough
a scar
My foundation lives in the histories I learn
ReplyDeleteIn the histories I know
In the history I create
I only know stories
the never ending thread
of life that connects
supports
reaches forward through time
and back again
as if snapped
Forward
Behind
Left and Right
Past as Present
as Prologue
Tomorrow baffling
testing
challenging today
Risking all that we know
in the histories
we learn
we accept
as the equal value
of personal truth
All history is real
a foundation
for the story of life
built on each telling
each remembering
each prompting
towards words to power
Foundation that
will last
can't fail
as truth
in every story.
Shoes too big to fill
ReplyDeleteThe ash covering my eyes
Stuck to my long eyelashes
Smearing black and muck
Blackface
Masking nothing left
Cruel facade
Facing truth shouted
Amplified in the quiet
rustle of the ash heap
I can still find breath
but no sky
Long brown fingers reach for me
Finding nothing left
No arms
No legs
No calloused worn feet
One size too small for shoes
one size too big to fill