CYRAH L. WARD
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Spoken Words

In Observance

4/16/2022

 
​This water down my
back flows like
water from the eyes
of those forgotten
 
Wailing in the water
my breath shortens as 
I slowly drown into
silence of my exhaustion
 
I am still and held 
by the touches on my
back and the sun illuminating 
my knees
 
Whispers in my ear from bodies unknown
I rest with my arms stretched out
to the alter that is the earth
 
Coddled in my solitude I grip
the hairs of the earth
Grass between my fingers I breathe
in and I sing…
and sing
then breathe
and breathe
 
Blessing my head and my
mind I embrace the water
in my cup and consume
its purpose in life that is
to nurture, cleanse, and wash
away the sins of the world
 
Held by the Sun I rest my
back release my waterfalls into
the earth giving and receiving
that which was held me through.
Inspired by Sisi Reid

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    "Poetry has served as a linguistic code since I was a child. It allowed me to speak freely without fear​.
    ​In an effort to synchronize my creative voices I am giving my love for poetry a home in my creative process.
    These are my spoken words."
    ​- Cyrah L. Ward

                    
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