Што й па мору

My heart beats with the blood
of a thousand women, a lineage
of power that I can only grasp
in the kneading echoes
of a heavy drum, 
their reds awash in different
hues of hardship and 
forsaken dreams, 
released under the calm
vicinity of a knife,
and as I stitch my wounds,
I entrust the soulful thrum
of the earth into my veins,
a resounding deep peace
for an eternity of strength.
As the women echo 
a God's cry,
I stand alongside them,
solemn and vivacious,
in all the traces of the earth.