Reversal of Fortune

Reversal of Fortunes


That puffed peacock 
bold, brash and confidently wrong - 
Now nestled in comfortably among the donkeys.

Reversal of fortunes knows humility.

Tears of regret now echo
replaced by unabashed merriment.

Reversal of fortunes - 
a serious matter indeed.

A wealth of knowledge once prized
when it is seen clearly -
now a cesspool of folly.

Reversal of fortunes brings decay into sharp focus.

The forever youngs parade no more,
where plastic cannot hide the time,
the ugliness seeps through the cracks.

Reversal of fortune - 
beauty has no sway.

Where strength and grit was the order of the day,
now frailty and faintness have made themselves at home.

Reversal of fortunes - 
where power turns to dust.

When you think you have figured it out
life suddenly proves to you how misinformed you are.

Reversal of fortunes - 
a lifelong lesson...



Knowing…

Knowing

I know nothing..
this is what I should know.
If I tell you I have found the secret
remind me of this - 

There is nothing that I know unless He tells me,
He tells no lie and tells no secret...

So I know that I know 
nothing...

I have searched among the thorns and the rivers
of my own blood shed intermittently...

It is beyond my small world.
A world that has become a battleground for the knowledge I do not need.
And so
I only know that i know not...

I know fear and pain - 
treasures in this world.
but I do not know - 
truly know
much beyond this.

But I know there is more...
I feel it.
I can see the tip of my nose
But I know there is more to see.

I am knowing...
But...
I do not know
Yet.

The Grieve!

The Grieve!
                     S.G

Please - 
give me today.

Tomorrow I will laugh and dance and sing.


Today let me grieve.


The pain is too much to bear.

I do not know how..

The words are not enough...

This white sheet
has four corners that limit my grief.

Let me wrap myself in my shroud of grief
pile ashes high like Blue Mountain Peak
on my head.

Let my grieve!

Let me die a little today
come back  later
and carry on,
no ascension
right here so
I will stay.

Right now it is too much
to bear.


Right now I cannot stop these tears.

I cannot be your strength

I cannot bring you ease.

All I have is my grief.


So let me grieve!

Let me cry, bawl and halla
When I am done
I will smile through these same tears.

It doesn't matter just let me be.

But when I am done
 I will never be the same.

                   

                              *bawl -to cry 
                              **halla - (holler) to cry out loudly

Someone Died Today

Someone Died Today
                              

Someone died today.
someone I knew
'Lord Jesus Christ!'
was all I could say.

Someone passed away.
The purest flower that ever
bloomed.
A spirit that shone
with love, joy and peace.

Someone went today.
she left her essence for us,
those who have been left behind.

Humanity lost one of its greats
and it will never be the same.
The air grew thin,
the world became dim.
But,
a blinding light shone up to heaven
to burn for all eternity.

God embraced one of our very own today.
Because she pleased Him greatly.
She has finally been gifted by His touch
the rest she needed so much.

I Must Go

I Must Go

I must go now
too long you've held me down.
- I'm not finding fault
because you loved me.
But you see
you loved me too much and now I must go find me.
I must break free
of the portrait you painted me to be

You see, I must find me.

To find this wisdom and maturity
that your love has denied me.

You see, I must find me.

It's not being selfish
it's surviving.

If I truly want to fit into me
then I must leave.
I will carry you 
everywhere I go
whether near or far.
You will be here
cheering me on.
But I must go.
To prove to all
what I can truly do and be,
when I know me.

My Story

My Story

My story is my own
nobody can write it.
Nobody can describe my heartaches
nor describe my gains
like I can.
Nobody can shed these here tears - 
cold as ice as they flow
warm and freeing when they disappear.
My life is my legacy
not house, car or land.
Not the children I will raise - 
they will have their own story.

My story cannot be bought or sold,
not determined by your need to create and fix.
When I tell my story
you will not know
      where it ends or
begin.

You will not know how to order it.

Not even I can tell you for sure
all of it 
because words will not be enough
to do the telling.

My story involves countless shades of colourful greys, 
sprinkled with moments of silver
all distinct all blended together.
It's not seamless.
There are moth eaten places.
Holes that can never be tacked together.
There are frayed section
They are mini artworks
not brokenness.

My story is my own;
no one else can take it
and tell it.