Listen.
Feel the drumming?
Calling you to heal
So hard
That you can hear
Beyond your wounds.
Thundering bass
Can startle, shake,
and scramble our story lines.
Our pens scratch wildly
Trying to make order
Trying to cover
Profound sound.
We armour ourselves
with narratives familiar and
closed.
Comfortable in chaos
And cages
These stories write and wrap
‘Round and ‘round
Like a layered long embrace,
We feel safe in.
Holding us so tightly
we forget how it feels to
truly
breathe.
We’re more than the story
We write of ourselves.
We’re the drumming.
… Listen.
