A village raises a child
Multitudes encourage a smile
yet, when isolated,
slashes of words
may cut long past the umbilical chord…….
Primeval surges reach back and tug
as devils are rampant and
thwart my hugs..
I hit my knees..cry out to God… tears reach my ancestral tree
Skeletons long ashed,
gather, reform, transform to bees.
Gathered clusters of colonies
Attack wintery evil ice
wolves clothed as lambs
pretend to be nice..
This time my child will not be the sacrificial link
of this demonic disharmony
Release hold of my blood
Bees conquer and it ain’t even Spring!
Fortitude solidifies the temple
When blood bleeds,
Fear dissipates
Invisibly crown
The weakened one, now strong…
And bring her back home.
(*A special thanks to apronsandappetites)

















