When did you stop trusting
the things you know
deep down?
When did you first call yourself a liar,
blatantly disregarding
your truth?
When was the last time you heard
the primal drumbeat that
connects you?
Was it stolen from you?
Did you give it away?
All at once?
Or sacred piece by sacred piece?
How do you find a lost thing
when you can’t remember what it
looks like?
Where do you search
when you don’t know where it was
left behind?
Has it truly disappeared forever?
Did you just forget the sound of
its voice?
Stop spending your days
mourning the loss
Stop seeking for something
that was never truly gone
It’s around you
With you
Inside of you
You only forgot how
to listen
