I woke up this morning to tell you that there may be dark stains on the walls.
Eerie whispers along the stairs that echo your night mares.
But when you pass, look away and shut your eyes
The fear lurks around I know but this is why you should cry.
Tame it till you can rename it. As you sleep, as you stammer on shivering lips.
While you walk like a worn soldier with a washed hair and heart.
When ashes falls on your tongue, don’t be afraid to say your name now.
Let the vibrating notes carry you to the destinations of light.
Be no stranger to your magic.
To your music.
I woke up this morning to tell you this
That the violinist is a wailer, she draws her notes for mourners
Shut your ears, your grief fell off the balcony.
You no longer carry it .
It is not the shawl draped on shoulder; it is not the voice in your belly.
It is not the anger in your eyes still.
I woke up this morning to tell you this.
Rub a powder, cover the lover’s bites, and cherish the tattoos.
You took a wretched boat to the island of hurt but if you can say your name
You can say it all.
I woke up this morning to tell you.
That the pain will only remind you
But that’s all it would do.