ANCESTORS CALLING….

I see you from afar,

No face but a haze,

Yet I knew you as that shining star.

It feels like a maze

As I walk to the light—

So numb

From this energetic fight.

My plight:

Dumbing down, playing dumb,

As the walking dead—

No pulse.

Freedom calling my name,

Thawing me out.

Is it your scream or mine,

Calling for the blood of emotions to awaken?

Please forgive me—I had mistaken

Feelings as my enemy.

Not feeling is killing me.

It is my ancestors I see,

Screaming:

Don’t play.

Our blood did not fall

For you to play small.

Feel the pull—

We are here to guide you.