Earth, bruised
by Amy Ward
Mother, I cannot hear you
Mother do you speak, in whispers or cries?
I am short-sighted by my own survival
You drip, I drip
I bleed, you ache
I write in the shadows
Organic, mystic, open to light?
The paper birds fly, it makes me cry
The net shifts, we wait for time to
Show its face
He told me to grieve
To see the tears in the all
Understand—
You are not the only one Learning, I am not the only one
We are the Only, the One
We wander through dark
Together
Because the lights were turned off.
We turn lights off
To energize
Ignorance, bliss.
This is it
I see it
I feel it
I am it, not alone
I create part
I am of the whole
The art speaks to me
Words find their mark
Is this a bandwagon I’ve joined? The words keep coming,
It goes to no end
We think deeply by condition, inspired and alive I feel moved, by the wagon
And I feel better, morally
Thinking it’s worth my time
It’s got to be worth my time
