This medicine wheel is broken
Last night,
I dreamt of ancestral drums.
The sound was so loud and real
that in my sleep I got up and walked out the door.
"I'm coming," I told the ancestors, but I guess
I never made it.
...Well, let me tell you,
I heard the drums again last night.
I felt the spirit inside me
move to the steady rhythm.
I want to go home;
to go with the drums.
The ancestors want to show me something;
I am almost ready to see.
About the Creator
Suge Acid Hawk
Been writing since I was a child. I am a Snohomish/Skykomish native. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder. I love doing anything creative and artistic. Tips are welcomed and encouraged ;). Support indigenous artists. ƛ̕ub ʔəsʔistəʔ
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