Mortar and pestle.
Herbs and dirt.
Rub this on your wounds,
it will take away the hurt.
Hold this stone,
and keep it near.
Close your eyes,
and your ancestors will appear.
Ginger root, cinnamon and clove
simmers aggressively on the stove.
Miss Bessie and Octavia get bandages,
while Emily threads the needle.
The patient arrives through the tunnel,
weak and feeble.
The soul weeps endless tears,
drowning in their river of fears.
The hope of heaven on earth,
Felt deep within since birth.
A glimmer of hope,
Ignites the flame.
Curiosity for a better life,
fuels the fire that cannot be tamed.
Many lifetimes spent,
on an endless chase.
Slow down in this darkness.
It is okay to slow your pace.
The cello and violin play,
while she dances and spins.
The witchdoctor will meet you,
at your crossroads to show you the way.
Samuel guards the gate.
Protecting you, as you enter the estate.
Blessed be,
this long journey has ended.
Through the darkness,
blessings can now be seen.
Copper and silver coins.
Coffee and tobacco gifts.
The witchdoctor heals every misfit.
Walking through the dark,
guided by moss and bark.
Blessed by the wise owl,
She will reveal your spark.
All wounds heal, dear child.
Take this feather and peppers of mild.
Your soul was lost.
Take this lemon zest and get plenty of rest.
The journey within,
do not resist.
For the witchdoctor will help you take the risk.
Mint and leaves of bay,
crushed with sage will cure the rage.
The eyes are hurt,
by cruelty witnessed.
This aloe and lemongrass,
will restore your bliss.
Through the dark night of the soul,
is a place where you can feel whole.
You are safe here, dear one.
Free, you have become.
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