SEARCHING THE DARK RIVER FOR MY STEPPING STONES

Birth found me

as the offspring of survivors

in a very ossified society,

a very dark and painful period of centuries unfolding.

Alone at times,

Seeking, feeling, learning, hoping

but finding much wilderness and ugliness.

The pungent air is with the smell, it is of our blood

and the sound of horror is also within my head.

There is a clearer path but the darkness is more riveting, profound,

for the innocent side steppers to comprehend - brainwashed,

so they continue to hate and complicate.

Blamed for our plight,

There’s nowhere for flight

the vision is clear

there is much to fear,

to understand the depths

of how our forefathers wept

in this vastness of darkness.

The swirling water echoes rage in the openness

of the dark river where we were beaten and left in chains – mental.

Now at times, within sight there is a sunken feeling of stepping stones

But then again, the swirling water still echoes rage in the openness

of the dark river.

A daunting thought of demise,

with the eerie evil that lurks within

that dark river!

Step my son, go! Because time never wait

and tomorrow will be too late

as the dark river flows.

Our offspring will continue that dreaded journey,

searching for those still hopeful stepping stones.

-Nickidad-

3/30/14