The Land of Walking Gods - A Poem by Natalia Rachel

THE LAND OF WALKING GODS I built this version of myself So fabulous, fierce, and commendable That no one could fault or destroy me Determined to stand like a god Amidst the winds of the world Omniscient. But gods can never be held In the arms of humans They float above us Unable to plant their feet And walk in the world Unable to yield Into the sweet meeting of souls The rest that is the crux of human life. This world has become a land Of walking gods and absent humans Half-like creatures Who don’t really know how to be here And I am one of them. The impressive holy garb we wear Is our trauma A protection we painted into existence In the name of survival In the name of capitalism To help us walk through the sea That is no longer red No longer ferocious No longer trying to drown us. It is time to lay on the beach Resuscitate our humanity Discard the robes we wore Naked like babes Breathing first life And begin again. Read more poems on nataliarachel.com