For since memory was imprinted the feelings have been the same,
Never thought the flame
of the torch would burn for so many years,
From reoccurring dreams
to kicked off teams,
Even failed dreams
I've survived;
Never quite overstood why pain
flowed throughout blood clotted veins,
Always thought that was the way life had to be played,
However after years of suffering
I finally overstand why the caged bird sings,
I finally comprehend the purpose of old negro spirituals;
I always thought it was to get them through difficult times
And to ease the pain of unimaginable suffering,
Always figured it was the finger that pulled the trigger,
(but after 20 plus years it has finally dawned on me)
Mother would recite psalms 23
and I always felt comfort when I heard her speak those righteous words,
But never quite grasped the concept of the meaning behind the words;
“Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…”
Its been a long time coming
and I give thanks that I've seen the light…
Let go and allow God
So my soul's spirit can earthly sore and ignite flight…
God's night…