A gift that cannot be said
9/14/00
What low grounds I set on in
my core
Tired hungry, knees scared
from what happened
Before, face stained with
streaks of tears that fled, hiding from who I know and the already dead.
Lifted up, dragged away, to
the place I thought, I would decay, but what I knew I did not know
That the place I was going
to, could be so true
Left high in the sky, head
in the clouds, it was the starting place I could find out what life was about.
For the first time I saw
hands extended, willing to show me how to let my love glow
Now I started to see who
had been here all along, for so many years I had never realized how much I
was in need
The way a baby begs to be
near his mother’s breast. I finally saw that I was truly blessed
But with the new
understanding came anger and tears. Some place inside that I thought was dead
grew green again. All these feeling came back same of which hurt my heart and
my head.
I yelled, I screamed, and I
cried to fight for these new found forgotten places inside. After the dust
settled I saw new colors and heard new sounds, with each breath I took felt
more full, I found.
As I lifted my eyes, the three
that had pulled me away from pools of misery stood there, and faced me straight
ahead they were self led.
What can you say to someone
who gave your life back to you when you had already deemed your future dead?
There is not a way to express the feelings that I wish could be said. I sit
with tears of joy, being thankful for my parent’s wisdom and guidance in life.
And each time I remember what they did I pray that I can give back to someone
else the gift the cannot be said.