coming alive

I will come alive

I will drop these heavy shrouds that the past covered me over with

I will seek the light especially on those mornings

I awaken drowning so deep with in the ancestral darkness

That surrounds me as the eclipse sheds its lunar light

I will honor the pain of my ancestors

But I will not allow it to be the final word

I will listen for the things that are said

That speak of old situations

For both me and my family

And will pray for the roots to be explored

And understood

So this strangle hold of energy does not kill another soul

I will also pray to the angels

Some days

Like today

They will remind me of their presence

As a feather floated by me on the breeze

And as lonely as I feel

I will not allow the loneliness to get a grip

I will find a way to participate in life

For i no longer want to be

Drowning in endless sorrow and panic

Only half alive.