He can hold my body on his reservation, but
at night on top of this mountain, my spirit will fly free
on the wings of an eagle, I will bathe in the streams as a beautiful creature, I will roam the hills as a wolf
My spirit is alive, he can never defeat me!

^^^

These words moved me to tears, because they remind me of something that happened long ago, in another life before this one.

We were born on the same day, Deana:)
Special, don't you think?

I love this poem about Indians, my favorite people on this planet.

Excellent write, my friend:)

*hugs*

5/5 Ingrid

My face surfaces in the green beveled glass Above the washstand. My hand print in thick black powder on the bedroom shade. Home I could drink like thin fire that gathers like lead in my veins, heart's armor..............between spoonfuls of canned soup and repeats to himself a word that belongs to a world no one else can remember......

Dear Deana, What a beautiful write called poems. It was an amazing experience, We felt so lucky to be part of all this. It was an amazing experience, which really opened our eyes to all that surrounds us, and showed us how to really appreciate all that we’re given and are able to keep.

Great Poems as always, Keep them coming, Take care.

Iv missed your writing, its as good as i remember.

Deana I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I read this .... so much sadness that it makes me angry each time I think of the way people were treated.

So much emotion put into this piece Deana. A powerful voice speaks through your words and reaches out to the world. Words that need to be heard !!!

I will walk in sadness in his invisible prison
Reservation! The white mans word for
murder of the spirit.
My tears will flow and form rivers, raging
beyond the boundaries of my understanding
I swear this night, I will not accept this fate!
He can hold my body on his reservation, but
at night on top of this mountain, my spirit will fly free
on the wings of an eagle, I will bathe in the streams as a beautiful creature, I will roam the hills as a wolf
My spirit is alive, he can never defeat me!
^^^

Loved this ending Deana !!!! Your voice is heard dear heart .... and your spirit brings strength to many.

You have penned a very touching piece on this challenge Deana !!!!!

What a powerful and thought provoking piece. Great imagery and the depiction of how someone experiencing this tragedy felt was absolutely amazing and surreal. Excellent job!!

Deana,
Wow, this is absolutely a stunning piece you have penned here. You have placed yourself very easily into the tellers point of view. I can only imagine this is as the thoughts she had. What a wonderful write.
Take Care,
Kay