Like a tree trunk
we are rooted here
anchored in the soil
of the struggle of life
and the scares we bear
are keloid memories
of where we’ve been
and raised hued shadows
of hope to where we’re going
on with our roots—earthly
anchors—of generations
destined to sprout wise eyes
forever on the prize:-
Remember, we are children
of the hued river that has
no fears—including damned
dams—claiming the time to now
flow freedom freely forward
with hearts beating conquering
rhythms of B-sharp notes of
awareness of ourstory’s flow from
the past to the present as we burst dams
cascading into the liberating future fearlessly
frothing on the shores of the 23rd Psalms of time.