My bones drumbeat
Calling on the healer
Stirring in my body
Ancient knowledge of many
Taking roots in my wisdom.

I listen to the drums beating
The Serenity Prayer
In the pits of my being.

The healer takes notice
Unknown to the wisdom
Forgotten knowledge stored away
I see in the reflection
Somehow I understand
And shake it all off
Remembering how strong I am
Yet stumbling along
Into the wilderness – blankness.