Black Sheep To Goat
Black sheep to goat
Pull out a pen & pad and please take note
But make sure the pad is thick and the pen is filled with ink
'Cause I have a truckload of information that'll make you think
This tale is not for the faint of heart
The clandestine dealings behind the veil from the very start
Who would've thought the main character would be little ol' me?
Yes. Little humble me, the black sheep of the family
Quiet vitriol figured prominently in the familial landscape
I thought it was about giving, receiving, and showing love, but I realized I had to escape
Run, yes, run to my beautiful destiny
Away, far away from dark energy
I pondered as I wandered... just reeling
Why or How could this be while I licked my wounds, waiting for healing?
But as I looked within for refuge and solace
Edifying messages from ancestral guides kept whispering, "You got this; now keep the promise."
So, the promise I shall humbly keep
Today I am the goat; gone is the day of the black sheep
Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2023
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