The day will come
when you must rely
on no others advice,
save your own.
The loud, clamorous
rumbling of a wisdom forgotten,
where permissions are burned,
and the rising swell of a shaky ghost
floods your throat
awakening a fumbling,
chaotic and unkempt power
one that has not seen the light of day
for many moons.
Pressed into a chamber of twilight
where all but the stars of your Soul
sang to this sole note of you,
and now it expands.
It claws and scrambles its way
through the stony, cold passage
where moss and lichen grow.
It hears the crashing of the tide,
and knows the taste of salt
rocking through water.
It can smell the seaweed, and
it can feel the damp wind
spinning threads of sky
through a loom of forested sand.
It flies upon the wings of its own desperation
fearing this to be the last and only chance
the world might hear your true voice.
Copyright 2016, Wild Earth Medicine
by Amanda Jade Fiorino