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Sara Fielder


Trail of Tears


My soul lags behind
trying to keep up with the walking stick
that bears our full weight of sorrow
Leaning into it
I follow the secret of where it leads
The feather white snow doesn’t seem to know
and I’m almost too tired to care
just wanting to get there
before the wind carries the last leaf of my skin away
into another pile the soldiers can crumble
Like foxes, they sneak around the line of my people
looking for opportunities to steal our courage
I can think of very little else than food and warmth
I dig for roots along my way
The rest of my clan, ghosts
that blanket my shoulders with generations of wool
we’ve spun while smiling in the sun
and offering me bowls of water to extinguish
the unfamiliar hate that grows within my sacred heart


Written by Sara Fielder © 2013

Submitted: Sunday, September 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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