A Lost Descendant of..?
Bound by a bond unchosen I just know when I look inside I find the Wealth of wisdom left behind by those who passed through time…
Left scar’s behind from tragic occurence’s…,
They too, did not chose this…
Backed by Hope’s burdened to carry the Dreams of those once free-
Why cant we learn from their footsteps stapled to the past…
Do you know how it must feel to see an emptiness in the spokes of your Family wheel..?
Left to wonder where they began, a trail leading to where I Stand…
Left to question, what blood flows through this Man?
A King, Farmer..?
A Wise one who carried tales of Generations before..?
Have you ever had to question what history is written on the heart carried through each Generation?
Have you ever had to ask a question which has no answer?
Whoms Dream’s do I carry..?
Tomorrow holds Expectations;
Making every passing Today almost unbearable too take in!
Second by Second.
Each Moment bends my Times table tipping point anchored..,
Between the Founding promise framing this gap-
Less frustrations resting in the arms of Patience;
Her hands caressing my ANXIOUS mind…
She Holds me still,
Touching my expectations,
Only too give them up to Wisdom…
So I wait..,
For Tomorrow to come…
A Blanket layers Heart with Warmth;
Those Missing Love…
A Sudden Stop!
A stop to this panic attacking sensible decisions ending IN-
I sit amongst many left empty-
Until a purpose is targeted
A point of destiny leaking on to Me…
The scribbles of TRIUMPH and Tragedy,
Story pouring out with laden emotions once buried;
It’s as if a flame has taken over gripping fingers with pen in hand scribing future!
DREAMS & VISION…
Penmanship of Hope.
Finally I am in use!
My empty spaces are filled neatly between the assigned space in time…
These words begin to rhyme filling the darkness with flashes of inspiration.
I was empty waiting to be plucked from the mondain.
Wripped from uselessness-
Rescued from this blank emptiness…
I am full!
I am no longer Empty…
I JUST THOUGHT…
I just thought of the price that my Family in past paid…
Forced to labor in the fields, Kings and Queens..,
Their pain still felt in every Generation-
I just thought…
Sinking into the recesses of the mind to find a still small voice blowing, riding, gliding on the breeze…
I just thought..;
That after all this time we have shared we would have realized that every moment is a moment not to be spared,
Defined by Gratitude soaked in thankfulness,
Engaged in Love…
I just thought-
Of the History of those who came before, only in these moments I know them more…
How can I not appreciate the sacrifice laid bare, Prostrate, given to this World we share…
WHAT A PRICE…
Paid for Me…
I just thought,
“How valuable I must be..?”
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I thirst to reach this destination-
A Heavanly residence which bent time to land in the reality of my Dreams
Catching breeze my Wings are uplifted to reaches where We exist-
Living in the Now…
Reaching, still, feeling closer with every passing moment.
In a moment a decision is made, changing everything grasping the Dream dangling-
Taking it in grip to give it, share it, gifting it to the one who believed in it.
Even when I depleted the strength to hold this vision in sight;
There was a strength in your spirit which demanded the creation of this…
Dream, made reality, gifted too…