Untitled Poem #14

Stones tumble
rumble
rolling down the precipice;
standing below the overhang
hands outstretched
waiting
wondering
will I be caught
tossed
thrown to the waves below
or brought up high?
Soar upon currents
spreading wings
screaming with eagle’s voice
trauma released
heaven bound
shackles gone
free falling
to the ground below.
Caught in the loving arms
ancestors past(sed)
present and future
they are my voice
as I am theirs.
Releasing
torrents of tears
a waterfall
over the land of pride
prejudice
ours
yours
together reparations
healing
soothing a land
scarred by racism and hate.
©May 15/22
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