The Land
The dirt I dig in contains
The bones, blood, sweat, and tears of my ancestors
Their bones the foundation I stand on
The dirt holds the DNA of who I am
The seeds of my future
Planted by
Their hands
that worked the land
that prayed for freedom
that wiped tears from crying eyes
that waved goodbye to loved ones, never seen again
that placed fingers to mouths to keep silent
Secrets
Plans of escape
At the river’s edge
Quietly singing and swaying with the current
Baptized in the river
Chains broken and keloid scars melted away
Healing waters blessed by the ancestors
Freedom washed
New creatures rise from the waters
Bare feet sink into the soggy shore
Footprints Preserved – a permanent record that they were here
The road to freedom
The dirt I stand in
Contains hope, promise, and new beginnings of my ancestors
The land on the other side of the river
Home of the free
Land of the saved
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Absolutely stunning.
This is such a strong poem. The first stanza really grasped me.
Moving, both in time and emotion.
Snapping my fingers at:
Healing waters blessed by the ancestors
Freedom washed
Wow, just wow.
New creatures rise from the waters brings to mind evolution.
Thank you for sharing.