Voices bark with the tongues of demons,
telling me I’ll never be more than I am,
more than I’ve always been
The sounds set my ears on fire,
threatening to engulf my brain
if I can’t find a way to make it stop,
so I strain to find a hint of something different,
a sign that the dogs of defeat could possibly be wrong
I know, somehow, that
musical notes laced in angelic harmonies
play songs of transformation,
but it is unlike any music known to man
It is hidden in the silence,
and only those familiar with the languages of God,
will know how to listen
Only hearts that are open to their
own limitations will ever transcend
within its transparency
I sing a song I never knew, I knew,
and in my confusion I grasp onto
words and try to translate them
into nonsense I can comprehend
We are everything and nothing
our infinite energies charged to
defy our personal gravities,
if only we’ll let them.
If only we’d stop getting lost in
our fears of deathly chatter,
and sing, no matter how out of tune,
with the notes that only spirits remember
We are as small as our vision
We are as capable as our voices
We are as worthless as we believe
We are a choice
Everything and nothing
clothed in the flesh of existence,
holding eternity in our pocket,
next to the shiny copper penny
we picked up for luck
-Alisha Jael