Borders
I found you wandering
I find myself on a barren cliff,
awash with wishes and promises,
look downs and let downs
a life-lived behind hollowed borders
stained blood on walls,
that make believe of freedom
"I found you wandering", you say
black feet on white sand,
white sun on tanned skin
"are you lost?",
"can I help?",
Help who? Who am I?
barley human
a stain on the consciousness
white privilege, truth-be-told
black mark on the greenback
"I was lost, but now I am found",
on the edge of a cliff,
arm-stretched freedom below
"stay here", you say
"you are safe",
"you are loved",
"you are human",
for a moment,
I stay
About the Creator
Rebecca Ridsdale
she/her
Earthy and funny. Intense and structured. Poetry is passion. The rest is practice.
Owner of Four Truth Wellness and Soul Travel Hypnosis
https://www.fourtruthhypnosis.com/ and https://soultravelhypnosis.com/
Comments (1)
❤ that landed with certainty. Love your sincerity.