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Fears wrapped through me like a premature baby cuddled in white cloth

Fears drown through me

Fears dissolving in this skin like ancestry wounds bandaged

In purple blue black

Carved in stones, museums

Permanent like books that were never read - journaled

Fears that cut the spiritual umbilical cord

Lives in me chained in my very being mining mind revelations

Elations leave me digressing

What does it mean to be a black spiritualist

Hiding between cracks and finding your soul in candle lights

Stones call you

Water moves elegantly for you

I am calling, are you listening?

This depth resides in me

you hear the messages the waves carry, vibrate through me

Evaporate all these generational curses

Drown these fears deep in oceans

Let these wounds be healed by grace through me

These are the messages from the water

These are the sounds of the Gods that guide you

You seem to have forgotten your agreement before that body

Housed your essence.

To these waters, you come back to remember

To drown these doubts