Drifting


Natalie Sorillo



Sometimes my mind travels back in time
to when my people's 
voice was echoless

I hear them crying from afar
The notes ringing out, but yet no one
answer
Sing, my people sing,
Sing me a song.

Sing me a violent melody
bring a rythmn, let the thunderous notes
cut into the wound
So many voices crying out from
painful places.

Sometimes I hear a clear pitch
of the highest note
held long, floating in mid air
Sing, my people sing,
Sing me a song.

Voices soothing, creating brightness
drowning out heartache and pain
escaping the sound of darkness

When there are no voices but my own
I sing myself to sleep
Singing a bitter sweet lullabye
Sing, my people sing,
Sing me a song.


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