The chains dug through my flesh and shackled my soul
Watching as everything I loved was haggled and sold
Theres no insurance to recover dreams that are stolen
It wasn’t my hands that held the thread when my (hi)story was woven
Realised my reality was actually a tragedy
Robbed of the majesty granted me by my ancestry
Somewhere in between rock paintings and walls with graffiti
My beauty was eroded till I was an object of pity
Between the dusty paths where the ancient ones had travelled
And asphalt roads, something within me had unravelled
As landscapes sprouted buildings that reached into the skies
My freedom died as my soul was subdued and the evil thrived
Imprisoned, the reason was the wealth I had stored
The result, my determination by self was ignored
So my songs turned into screams, and my dance became forced march
Yet remained a yearning spirit for the universe rewards such
‘This is not forever, something lies beyond
And in the heart of your pain surely you can find a poem
Remember, just a breath can re-ignite an ember
And the sackcloth that you wear now will never hide your splendor’
And as the words settled in my heart and sank into my soul
In the silence from deep within me I began to hear a call
it rode on winds that were birthed in distant lands
Saying my pain would surely fade like words written on river banks
“freedom”, I whispered first,was scared to even speak it
Then I learnt that some words give strength to weakened spirits
“Freedom”…stronger now and slowly standing
Grounded on my roots I regained my understanding
“FREEDOM!!!”, and so the whisper became a shout
That shot from deep within my soul shattering the doubts
“I WILL NOT BE CONTAINED, I WILL NOT BE RESTRAINED”
It was my own fear that kept me locked in the chains
Rising defiantly finally finding my strength within my core
But to find peace I had to withstand a bitter war
And my voice remembered songs of brave women and men
Who held close the small flame that was given to them
And so I fought the evil, strengthened by the presence of a dream
So pure, the universe responded and the heavens intervened
And when the sounds of raging battles had ceased
I discovered that the shackles had been broken and my spirit was free
And I stood stretching forth reaching for the future
My memories speaking of my strength and the past I had endured
But was I truly there, was I standing in the promise
Or was this the start to the dark times of which the gifted ones had warned us
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