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