Athi Godlo Poet I do not know?

Let Me Tell You a Story

Let me tell you a story of how I became me 
And grace you with words that define me inside me 
I was born on the rivers of sorrow and sadness 
Through valleys of grief stricken pain and remorse 
And when I opened my eyes for the first time awareness 
I cried while they wept and I stood without movement 
Then I came to my senses and saw that they saw me 
And yes they rejoiced though their eyes told me different 
If then I knew what would happened then maybe just maybe 
They opened the door to all the sickness and anguish 
My birth was so simple though torment was right there 
Let me tell you the time when they thought to define me 
A boy that was lost on the desert of envy 
Thats when I fooled and I flirted with danger by strangers 
And tasting the fruit of illusion in segments 
The desert it showed me what sin really felt like 
That's when the heat made me drop to one knee I had hope then 
And watched how it took all the joy that I nurtured 
In disbelief I looked straight at the source of my sadness 
And cowered, a dog with no master to guide it 
The buildings around me remind me of mother 
So cold and aloof and so distant yet striking 
Let me tell you the time when I thought that I knew me 
I found myself in a forest where I watched all my sins 
I basked in the depth of my darkness with gladness 
And deeper I swam while my youth became distant 
I felt out of touch yet in touch with my true self 
And day in day out I played chess with regret 
Then I sat in the four cornes of resentment 
I watched calmly at the birth of my first one 
She cried while I wept and she saw that I saw 
I rejoiced though my eyes told her different

By Athi Godlo

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