Hollow Bone

In memory of those who have past, passed on…

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“We locked up our wisdom into our bones                                                                              And swallowed the keys
They sank in our rivers of blood
And we forgot the maps
Because we had to forget the mysteries
To keep them safe.
We wove our hair into brooms
And swept over our paths
And then burned the earth with our rage
We didn’t teach our children
It was the only way to protect them,
we thought
But in them we planted seeds, seeds and keys
And told them stories and riddles and songs
With no roots, just tangled threads
That would take years to unwind
Just enough time
For the rains to fall again
and put out the fires
For the dams to break
For the rivers to flood
For the paths
to be walked again
For the soil to breathe
And as the old bones crumble
Deep beneath the rubble
We find we’ve always had the keys
Our stories and our maps
Our paths are revealed to some
And the seeds grow again
The threads are unspun
And woven again”

~Amara Bronwyn Hollow Bones

Found first at this link on the Facebook site of Katharine Krueger, entitled Journey Of Young Women… with full gratitude and respect. Kindly follow this link for the full picture…. Aho! Rain & Co.

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Art by Lucio López Cansuet

In Loving Memory of Franziska Blochliger on the first anniversary of her brutal death by gang rape and strangulation. #RIP #FranziskaWeRemember