Memoirs of the Damaged-Part Two
I just want to take you back to that small frail girl,
The girl who sat in the shadows, in the corner of her room,
The girl who’d,
Never dare to cry,
Always wondered why,
Often wished to die.
The girl who encountered the unpleasant but turned her mess into a message
To enable you to have a clue,
That it is possible for God to breakthrough,
Any trial that comes to you.
Part two, for me, is the segment of clarity,
I now understand what God has in store for me.
He has brought me through the hard times so I can stand strong,
Led me through the wilderness, and calmed the autocratic storm,
And now I have a clear mind and clear vision, clear focus,
my success is sure to come.
Through my new mindset,
I feel like a butterfly that was once a caterpillar,
A new creature, I’ve change and morphed in to someone better,
I once travelled slow, only wished to fly,
And now I flutter high in the breeze
drawing closer and closer to where I pray to be
This is a memoir of the damaged but also an account of an overcomer.
I proclaimed my freedom from the distant memories of my past,
on a revelationary journey to a rural town in Polska.
As I took the same steps as our Yiddish friends did several years ago,
I learnt to understand that whilst facing the threat of death daily,
They appreciated the gift of life.
The gift, of life.
Human beings, we are designed for a purpose
Live for a purpose
Are instructed to accomplish that purpose,
Our eternal destination is dependant on its completion.
But whether we actually ever fulfill that purpose, we will still all live, then die.
The grounds of the death camps and the ambiance I experienced,
provided me with the eloquence, that after death there is life.
Over 1 million souls died in those grounds decades ago,
But after death, there is life
But still, I heard singing birds and saw growing trees, peaceful in the breeze.
After death, there is life.
Eternal life,
But where we dwell is determined by our obedience to the Most High.
I’m not asking you to believe what I believe,
And I’m not asking you to think the way I think,
But I am asking you to ask yourself,
Ask within, deep in your soul,
Why are you hear,
Why do you experience the things that you do,
Why do have the desires that you do,
And whether there is One Greater watching you.
This is the end of part two,
I was that little girl,
And I’m the narrator
Now, look at me, I’m a new creature.
Copyright © Regina Oladipo | Year Posted 2013
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