Personal Turmoil
PERSONAL TURMOIL BY DE’KARI
I’m this way, that way. Up, down. Lost, Found
Soul tormented, screams tremendous, listen!.... No sound
I am what I’ve always been, confusion and chaos
No sleep, nor dreams, it seems that I’m lost
I’m a soldier with no war, a Honey Bee with no honey
I’m a prophet with no vision! A father with no money
Lord Please…. Ish Allah…. Mother Earth direct my path
Guidance I seek, ghetto refugee, wish I can smile, can’t remember the sound of laughter
I go, stay. Leave. Come. Follow, no lead
Through storms and floods, wade. Can’t drown take heed
Paid attention, mental weight lifting. Momma- great teacher yes she was
Was lost, now found. Stolen, replaced, amazing my Grace, She…. I love
Blind but I see the courage that I need
Neva to give up, no matter what I must succeed
No tears, I smile, no frowns I now remember laughters sound
From mist, Sun’s kiss, evaporate, condensate, rain drop I fall… to the ground
Copyright © De'Kari Stevens | Year Posted 2018
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