Poem: The Starseed

I lay in the grass
in the trees
in the sand
with questions in my
heart
Light grenades in my
hands.

Father Sky
have
you
abandoned me?
Guidance, please.
Our Mother
bleeds.

The Humans
bite
the hand that
gives.
I am not accustomed
to needing
protection.

Utopia,
a distant
memory.
Vivid dreams of
purple skies.
I want to go
Home.

Angels
and ghosts, they
talk to me.
Animals, alike.
Yet, people
don’t understand.
At all.

They ask me
what it was
like, my
world. I only
remember
that we Loved one
another.

This place is
cruel, a living
Hell, but they
can’t seem to help
themselves. Nor
can I,
sometimes.

I wish I
could
show them
that
there’s a better
way to live.

Wait.
Maybe I can.

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Author: Ikaika Torres

Shamanic practitioner, writer, filmmaker, friend

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