through crying

a child is born

through pain

a human can heal

Nourishing minds, and nourishing bodies

absorbed through pores into the depths

of my ancestoral eyelid rains

that dried with every passing day

Into a motionless dry face

slowly facial lines resurface

with uncolonized thoughts

vision moisturized again

On the promise of a new way

Of living in love, peace, abundance, dark and light

as it should have always been

from histories pain

into what our ancestors actually said

was the promise of a new day