Poetry collection

    We are all one

    My ancestors’ stories live inside of me.

    Vaguely imprinted knowledge, asks intuition for direction to which the soul pointed inward to the heart.

    Follow its path, falling and learning along the way.

    So many visions of lives that could have been,

    A beautiful black girl standing in a field of sunflowers.

    Smiling up towards god, towards the sun in all happy glory.

    Thankful to be alive in nature, so natural.

    In moments so quiet spirit whispers to me,

    the memories of those imagined paving the way.

    The emotional realities of being property, of being a slave.

    Fragmented societies banded together to love and heal wounds but having been beaten so harshly,

    so relentlessly we’ve become confused.

    Competing, often breaking down one another instead of collaborating,

    tutoring and mentoring those in need.

    Time of the tribe must return,

    looking past nations,

    various pigmentations to know we are all human, we are all one.

    It’s what’s on the inside that bonds us.

     

     

    Safety and security

     

    On the floor face up,

    Now the crawl have to get up

    Start from disaster

    Rising is what has to be mastered

     

    New territory

    The move from blurry,

    Seeing life unclearly,

    Heavy gravity weighing down on me

     

    I can still see the wreckage and smoke

    Washing away the black tar that coats

    My skin, the war did end

    To find direction I must now focus in.

     

    Where am I past the chaos

    Defined myself by my drama

    The real me, undiscovered lost,

    Having lived through so much trauma

     

    Had to explore my soul

    The inner workings of my core

    To learn how to be present

    And make better decisions

     

    This ambiguous journey

    Of trying to set firm definition

    To the pages of my story

    To then provide me with dimension

     

    This person, this elusive consistent character

    May be an ideal, instead of being concretely real

    Who we are, may be far more abstract

    Rather a wave than a stone that does not crack

     

    How we act changes daily,

    We search throughout ourselves for security

    But can we gain a sense of safety

    If we are constantly changing?

     

    Timothy Wayne Moore is pursuing a master’s of leadership from Rosemont College.

    Newsletter Sign-up