Making My Way Back To Yahweh

This spoken word poem is human made and written by Venus Jones and includes a word at the end that some don't utter in certain sects. If you've ever heard we make a way out of no way you understand. It serves as proof that tough times don't last always. I'm living prof and it offers hope and reassurance to anyone going through a storm or battling depression. It is a reminder that difficult moments can ease with time—and that the speaker’s survival is proof that getting through is possible. It may help the historically marginalized feel seen during periods of emotional struggle, isolation, or uncertainty, and offer a moment to pause and reconnect with a sense of hope. Use the intentional moment of silence at the end as space to move through any feelings, breathe deeply, pray or reflect, and picture yourself finding renewed faith and a greater sense of freedom. Sound design by fellow Insight Timer Teacher, TheUnmanagedSelf aka Karl Haycock.

Transcript

To all that is below. A spit-read? In the sea. Isolated and cut. Hear me. Echo the wreckage saying this is what we do to each other. We keep looking for more scabs, More blood and scars. We keep looking for more sunken vessels, More fading stars. Those wading in polluted waters, Vision blur, Find Atlantis. Find Murr. Find the bomb in Gilead. Oh, Send an SOS to Poseidon. Ask Hypnose if I'm dead. I want to fly. Overboard. I can't catch an urchin there. Bye. Birth mother won't take me. Her love a daunting day. I must have shark skin. No one will stop. I must ride these waves like shellfish or a scallop. Like a sailing princess with the perfect pleas. Boom! Will bargain among flies. To flee. To maggots, To mites, Like the barnacle on blue whales, We survive despite. No fortune for 500. A pelican has perched to say. I had to grow my own. When they all said no. I had to make. Away. Yeah. I had to make a way. When they said no. I set you up.