Empty Graves

The wind gathered up my soul
and carried it so far away, I
thought I would fall. And we
all know I’m afraid of heights, so
I yelled into the wind, though
my voice was thrown back into
my face: Please bring my soul back home.

The wind chuckled at my foolishness
and took my soul to the place with
mass graves, where all my ancestors
were laying. The wind sat me down gently,
left me free to roam among the graves
of my ancestors. The wind knew what no one
has ever said, that the crumbling & earthen
graves were empty, that my ancestor’s souls
were so far away from home, only my
longing & searching could bring them back
to me.

Peace & Love,
Rosalind

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About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link: http://www.amazon.com/Rosalind-Guy/e/B00BGH5F88/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432491754&sr=8-1.
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2 Responses to Empty Graves

  1. Interesting! Is it about a person that lost his/herself, and the only hope she has is at home where her family is? Or, is he/she dead but not her family? Love it!!
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    • Rosalind Guy says:

      Elizabeth, the great thing about poetry is that the poem can be about whatever you feel it’s about. It is an identity poem. I totally love your interpretation. Especially the part about the person being dead, but not her family. Now, I want to go back and revise the poem.
      Thanks a lot for your comments!!!!

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