I am the voice under the rubble
Surrounded by darkness.
I have no grip on the length of time
But only the grip on my mother’s hand.
I feel tears stream down my cheeks
For she has loosened the grip on mine.
The earth has broken and swallowed my home
Slave was my mother tongue
But now we have this island that we can call our own.
We are alone to share our hunger and pain
Lost children dancing around the circles of fire
Gathering power with necklaces of bones and stone
I am breathless.
Echoes of drums and rhythm of songs
Keep me washed up on the shores of reality,
I hear machines, drills and chains,
I see nothing. But I pray to the all seeing Eye
Watching high above US, A
Force that Governs,
Force that Summons
Extracts and Plants to its will,
I’m blinded by the Devils [Project]ions
I seek only for Hope.
I am restless, drowning of thirst,
I am moving, a doll with motion,
Shifting in an ocean of rubble
I Let go-Mother
My Preserver, My North Star,
Forgive Me for Leaving-You
Did not Wish to Lead me into this Black Hole
She puts something in my hands,
It feels smooth, sharp vertices, heavy in my palms.
I open my eyes to light glistening
In my hands, for a Diamond is placed in it, so bright
I hold on to it tight, voices come closer,
The weight on my chest feels lighter,
I can breathe.
I am Raised.
My Master is My Saviour
I am the found child,
The Uncovered Treasure,
I am Alive.