I hear the divine and instantly I grab my pen,
I write an ode to you hoping to share the miracle.
I hear the cries of the voiceless,
I vow to vouch for them with my voice.
I feel the wounds of the wounded.
I see through the eyes of an innocent child battling the violet vultures of this earth.
I hear the wild flowers and the stories they tell.
And even though I am not one to make noise,
I envy the roar of a lion expressing it's greatness.
I envy the effortlessness of an ocean flowing to shore.
I sometimes wake up midnight with a heavy heart ready to tell it all.
I am an embodiment of ebbs and flows.
I am one who sings and dances to the tunes of her own heart.
I came here with music in my every vein.
I need music to live my life, I need music to breathe, and I need music to heal.
I beat drums and I blow horns with the rhythm of my heart.
I perceive the creative as both a blessing and a burden, but I continue to caryy the load nonetheless.
I run my own race in the creative marathon.
I set the pace, I clear the path, and I run the race.
I am one who prophecy through poetry.
I stitch open wounds using prayers and proclamations.
I am a healer, a pillar, a prophet, and a poet.
