dream still (NPM2017 12)

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I still dream

flying free

I dream the rising

after free-falling

 

after the ocean

after seasoned

breaking shattered

into a million pieces

blown like dry

thistle into the whirlwind

circling reality not

able to land no

resting place the purge

after the hunger

after the trees grew flesh

silent scream after silent scream

I still dream

 

in the deep stillness

between breaths

coalesced of what’s left

the indelible

the unforgettable

little more than the

sound of the wind

though blood soaked leaves

fed on dreams of dead people

unfulfilled prophecy

unspent potential

wounded but unbroken

I still dream

 

I still dream

flying free

I dream the rising

after free-falling

 

holding my breath

hands moving

praying to pass over

answering the call

serving a higher purpose

seeking grace in battle

firmly on the path

machetes sharp

eyes open unafraid

knowing it’s always a good day

to be free seeking the sun

into the storm intrepid

I still dream

 

of even ground

tall children who are dreamers

born of dreams free

wild like a forest

filled with forever love

of life overflowing with

abundance growing straight

not bent nor broken whole

uncaged not scarred never bound

promise whispering in

every breath eyes

open tomorrow promised

I still dream

 

I still dream

flying free

I dream the rising

after free-falling

 

 

 

 

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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