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Rebekah Guerra | + Follow Poet |
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Adagio, En Haut

May we rise like the chords of time
That hasten us into your greatness

Let my body’s brittle bones
Become refined

Sharpen me, madres! 
Into the warrior I need the most

Valencia in springtime
Share the same sting

May we bloom in this darkness
And bear our burden’s light

Heavy is this weight we carry
But heavier still is the spirit of fight

For death cannot reach me
But it sure can teach me 

The the love you bear is 
Nothing compared to the love she prepared

You poured over into my blood
As if you were my own

my voice sings out cries of conviction
Her, mi madre, mi amiga, my hen!

Hovers over us now 
In the mist and in the rain

God how I long to be near her
My dearest friend and sister

God how the pain reaches so deep
Like a dagger has furrowed itself inside me

My feet stagger like a drunkards gone to battle
My shins fall to the floor

My stomach screams me awake
Oh God! my chest cannot rest 

Every night without you is worse
But every morning I rise as a tree cut down

Not fully awake, not yet in a dream
My heart shivers as it flows in this winter river

Take me outside and let me run and hide
Amongst the soil and sand 

Bring me in all hooded creatures
For I have come to faint amongst treasures

Surely I will be buried here amongst the dead
The worms will feast upon my borrowed flesh

Let my bones rust covered with rust
Never finished only branded

My teeth sink into your fallen fruit
Eat sweet death what you have framed me to be

My head lays in the mud of the forest
My body blanketed and bare

My womb of the earth quakes
of another close stranger

I let loose a shriek that swells me into the still
My eyes blinded by the flesh of the earth’s mill

My hands have not defeated me yet
May I stand? As free as I’d fallen 

Posé, Se leve
Ensemble, Adagio En Haut

Copyright © Rebekah Guerra | Year Posted 2020

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