Decolonization of Self

silence, so thick
your heartbeat echos through the room

you feel there must be something wrong,
coming from the cityscape

the song of a bird has the effect of a train whistle
blowing outside your window
here, it holds the same relative power

tucked in my bag, I'm scared by the power of my heart
in the cityscape it often loses all power,
drowned out by the train whistles, screen buzzes, and monetary jingles

the power all beings hold—birds, humans, trees
has been replaced by the power of machine sounds and media waves

but here in the middle of the forest, 
on a day of pounding rain and howling wind,
I'm reminded that my heart's in the same soundscape as nature,
and that someday all humans will hear this true power again