I can’t see,
I am blind to sight
but see I do too, though in darkness.
I see my bright vision
that no one can dim.
I am lame, but I walk too,
with a little bit of assistance;
I pace towards my heart’s desires.
I am the way I am,
and I love me.
Love her nerve, love her heart,
always be her biggest fan,
love her just the way she is:
allow her light to shine bright
because it will echo back your way;
but mutual must it be
she must reciprocate.
Love at first sight it was.
From then on my troubles
I laid on your shoulders
and yours became mine.
Nowhere in lighted spaces,
can I go without you
by my side, in front, or at the back.
These scars that I proudly carry
across my body, mind, heart, and soul
are my scars.
The scars are me;
they are who I am;
and I am not ashamed of them.
They are a vivid reminder of
how life has treated me
and tried to break me;
but I overcame.
Jeremiah 18 – Holy Bible
He meticulously takes the clay and its dust,
adds the other ingredients of the recipe
that only He knows;
uses His mighty hands
to mix them thoroughly together,
and creates (wo)man in His own image;
yet none is like the other.
He painstakingly adds water
to the clay mixture a little at a time
so that it becomes neither too wet nor too dry
and stirs the mixture until it sticks together,
to create twins who are identical,
but each unique in its own way.
On the road that lies before you,
there will be twists and turns.
Sometimes the seas
will become rough to sail on.
You may fall,
love might flee, and
friends may leave too.
Words may be spoken in anger;
words that tear your world apart.
You may sit there feeling sorry for yourself.
No matter how dark and gloomy
the situation may seem,
do not give up hope.
Try to re-discover your strength.
Like the sun, you too
can rise from the darkness
and shine your light again.
On a hot, sunny day, a boy is born.
Soon thereafter, just like in the past,
daddy leaves.
Mum has to feed yet another hungry mouth.
Mum has to raise the boy,
alone.
Mum has no means,
no resources as the boy grows up,
she needs a helping hand;
but who will offer it?
The world turns its head,
and looks the other way
from the hungry boy, but he blossoms.
The boy becomes a teenager;
he needs a male mentor
to show him how to maneuver through life,
to show him the ways of responsible men,
But the world turns back
from the hungry boy.
Dear son, dear daughter,
I gave you life,
but I cannot live it for you.
Do not spend it
at the mercy of grief and self loathe,
but sit on the lawn, gazing proudly at the moon
and belch out loudly, saying “I’ll live my life,
in such a way that will make my father proud.”
Dear daughter, dear son,
I can teach you many things,
but I cannot make you learn.
Your fate is intact so far,
it is not cracked yet.
Do not let your dreams
flow into leaking jars;
but just like stars,
learn to speak your truth quietly,
and shine in silence;
learn to dream big,
in a world that is unjust and unfair.
My sky has slowly been getting dark,
but before they gather
to return body to dust,
I’m not finished with the World just yet;
my fighting spirit is
still alive and kicking;
before the lights go out,
I’ll keep on polishing the rough edges;
before I encounter the last stretch
of my life’s journey,
I’ll continue to glow as I grow.
The number of folks by my side
continues to shrink;
peers, agemates, family, and friends
keep on vanishing to kingdom come;
and the young kindred are busy
building their own lives.
But I’ll strive
to put colour into my grayness;
I’ll maintain a positive mentality;
Finally, I give up,
I can’t take it anymore
I am free …., again.
And to put an end to the rumours,
the backbiting, gossip, whatever;
I hereby make it public
in broad daylight;
my relationship with my bae
has been difficult,
bitter-sweet so to say,
and so from today,
please be informed that we are