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
Copyright © Athi Godlo | Year Posted 2015
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