Today’s Poem : Speak Your Hurts

Speak Your Hurts

Underneath the constellation
of the Great She-Bear, one of the largest
in the night sky, Ursus Maritimus is overheating.

The Ever Wandering One used to be
the most powerful helping spirits
for the shaman of the north lands.

Before missionaries.
Before shamans were accused
of being in league with Satan
out there on the ice.

When a cub is born,
he fits into his mother’s paw.

In the north, it’s so quiet you can hear
your internal sounds, the rivers of your blood
the trembling mountain of your heart.

The Inuit say you ought to speak your hurts,
before they’re iced in, before they’re frozen
to your soul.



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