Johanna Warren - BONES OF ABANDONED FUTURES

The time is ripe for killing
The dream that never came true
I came wearing a white gown
Now I’m burying it in the cold ground
For I wish no longer to be bound to you
The time is ripe for cutting
Through the illusions we’ve been clinging to

I enter the void
With resolute pride
For I know now what I must do
The time is ripe for the slaughter
And letting the blood run freely
Expel from my body
The putrid mess inside me
And call back my magic to me
The time is ripe for burying
The bones of abandoned futures
I’ve pulled out the knife,
The ruins are blooming with new life
And I won’t let you rip out the sutures
The time is ripe for offerings
To the Spirits I’ve disappointed
Lay myself bare
Confess I was fully aware
And humbly ask to be anointed
The time is come for stillness
And mindful cultivation of light
Soothing the sting
And the sorrows of losing
By singing with all of my might

Written by:
JOHANNA WARREN

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