A poem in thinking about world suicide prevention day. When you were born The Ātua took their finest Threads and wove ancestry Inside your blood so you Would never feel alone. They wrapped you in divinitys song And planted you in a land Pregnant with your past. But as you grew, The dark maiden started to gently unravel your divine cord, Fraying generations of strength Picking apart your whakapapa One destructive pattern At a time. She came for you. Every night, She waited for you Her eyes reflected teenage insecurities Filling your head with lies. Whispering dark thoughts, A loneliness so cold she Numbed your blood into believing You’d leave no one behind. The kaumatua came And in their chants they tried to lash the generations back together and collect your ancestry Which hung on the solitude Of your final breath. And we drown in silence, Waiting for the light. We are all born Of fine threads, ancestry woven into Our blood so we may Never feel alone. Wrapped in divinitys song And planted in a land Pregnant with our past. We are tangata whenua People of this land Here to stay.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 10:19:23 +0000
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