I wrote this poem when I was high, 4:20 on April 20.
I have been lost to the waters To the thrum of the tides And there under pressure Of waves which collide Your words would first soothe me Then crush me, and I - Would hide 'neath the surface Under the weight and sheer size Of the mountains of guilt Heaps of generational lies - Crashing on shorelines Shaping land into cliffs With our crest marking land We should never have touched - But we did. And so it's with honor I dare to recede Spilling these secrets For wisdom and need The shames of our family To disturb the white shore. And with respect not by name But with truth and by pain To gesture forgiveness And then hopefully rain - And wrap us up warmly In the spring of our hearts ❤️ Perhaps not understanding The truth of the dark And I watch with my honor I watch our tears melt away Back into the ocean To run off and play