Reboot

Before the ancient songs go quiet,
and all memory is lost

I will learn to grasp the wind
sing promises and hope to people I’ll never meet.
In the wake of the suffocating silence
that is about to drown out powerful voices,
I will listen to the old gods and remember
the secrets that flow deep in the ancient code
curled up in my bones.

I will learn to weave new beginnings and sharper endings
that knot themselves around the injustices I endure.
I will make my destiny,
change my fate
draw desire and fire from within
and pour it right back into my soul.

I will learn to love louder than I do now.
I will learn to stand taller and straighter
I will learn to chant into the echoes
I will learn to sing myself to sleep.

I will learn to move in silence,
stare down the story eaters as they close in,
refuse to be hypnotized by their hollow songs.

I will become what my ancestors have been whispering;
blood of warrior mothers
and berserker farmers
waiting for me to reboot.

Wake up.
Wake up.

Wake up.