Why is it So Hard to Say Goodbye to the Trauma of Yesterday
Here lies our trauma, buried deep,
In shadows where the wounded weep.
Transforming memories, releasing the storms
as we bid farewell to all negative norms.
In silent whispers, scars may speak,
But strength in healing, we shall seek.
The past, a ghost no longer bound,
In love and light, new paths are found.
From ashes rise, a phoenix soars,
To distant skies, through open doors.
In hearts where sorrow once tore,
Butterflies explore through Loving More.
So now we stand, unchained and free,
Birthing Butterflies, a new legacy.
Dr. Bruce Purnell
Burying Black Trauma
Black Trauma, In the soil of history, we lay you down,
and bury this heavy, thorned crown.
After four centuries of pain, we release
and become the Butterflies of Love and Peace.
From Point Comfort’s shore to today’s dawn,
Your shadow loomed, but now it’s gone.
Through chains and tears, we bore the weight,
But here we stand to close the gate.
We bury you deep, surrounded by Sage and Long wooden nails,
No longer held by false narratives and history’s tales.
We are now planting Seeds of Transformation
for every Soul, Community, and Nation.
Our Ancestors’ cries, now whispers fade,
In this sacred earth, their rest is made.
From brokenness, we rise and mend,
Our journey to joy will never end.
In our souls, the light will grow,
As we let the winds of healing blow.
Black Trauma, your time is through,
We reclaim our lives, born anew.
With reverence, we say goodbye,
To the pain that made our spirits sigh.
In unity and love, we find our way,
A brighter path, a brand-new day.
Dr. Bruce Purnell
In shadows where the wounded weep.
Transforming memories, releasing the storms
as we bid farewell to all negative norms.
In silent whispers, scars may speak,
But strength in healing, we shall seek.
The past, a ghost no longer bound,
In love and light, new paths are found.
From ashes rise, a phoenix soars,
To distant skies, through open doors.
In hearts where sorrow once tore,
Butterflies explore through Loving More.
So now we stand, unchained and free,
Birthing Butterflies, a new legacy.
Dr. Bruce Purnell
Burying Black Trauma
Black Trauma, In the soil of history, we lay you down,
and bury this heavy, thorned crown.
After four centuries of pain, we release
and become the Butterflies of Love and Peace.
From Point Comfort’s shore to today’s dawn,
Your shadow loomed, but now it’s gone.
Through chains and tears, we bore the weight,
But here we stand to close the gate.
We bury you deep, surrounded by Sage and Long wooden nails,
No longer held by false narratives and history’s tales.
We are now planting Seeds of Transformation
for every Soul, Community, and Nation.
Our Ancestors’ cries, now whispers fade,
In this sacred earth, their rest is made.
From brokenness, we rise and mend,
Our journey to joy will never end.
In our souls, the light will grow,
As we let the winds of healing blow.
Black Trauma, your time is through,
We reclaim our lives, born anew.
With reverence, we say goodbye,
To the pain that made our spirits sigh.
In unity and love, we find our way,
A brighter path, a brand-new day.
Dr. Bruce Purnell