Earth calls to me and echoes its heartache
Wind covers me and whispers its name
Fire warms me and lights my way
Water quenches me and uses its essence to cleanse the scars that remain
Bloodstained, tainted by the thoughts of inadequacy
The concrete streets never change their heartbeat
Stone walls that once had little direction
Now in need of something much deeper
Not just a keeper
Aware of the healing that was waiting patiently for me to come near
I'm here
To reflect and learn the lessons that I once refused to hear
Together, together, together...
Divine, divine, divine...
Order now find me
Restored...
-MK Colbert
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MK Colbert
MK a.k.a Maritta Kachele is a Jamaican American singer-songwriter, poet, film producer, and mental health/prison reform advocate. She loves to create new realms of exploration and enjoys writing diverse pieces.
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