Open the gates to your sacred voice.
Open the gates to the song of your soul.
Open the gates to the chambers of your throat.
Open the gates to the song of your soul.
Open the gates to the chambers of your throat.
Say “Ah.”
Speak.
Speak your heart.
Speak.
Speak your mind.
I’ll kneel to the power of your truth.
Mourn.
Feel the lament in your belly
swell to the surface of your pain.
Dive.
Pour the waters of your holy ache,
the shielded grip that keeps you apart
into the cup of my hands.
I’ll drink it all.
©Rebecca Cavender, January 2019