Mandela
that fine day
wind in my hair
sun on my back
i'd noticed your smile
lightening my way we'd
canvased life's scars
sudden callings mounted
above a sassiness
for peace the berlin wall
crawled awkwardly
chains rattled steel doors
grounded throughout
salted stone
an yet you sounded
the trumpets opening
rusted gates
right off the hinges
oh how small i felt
jesus welp as
your words finally
come into existence
blind no more
and seeing
i am a human being
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2013
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