First note...

Fri, 12/08/2017 - 22:55 -- Tajae

It was planned in heaven

our meeting.

If remembered with stillness

you can still hear the angels trumpets

signaling the seal of our bond,

accompanied by the loud wail

of the newborn and crinkle of an ink covered foot pressed to paper.

A song of our beginning,

satan has tried to bring us down with

anchors tied tightly to our ankles,

only to scream in anger

as our heads break through the water.

Again, and again

we breath.

Unstoppable through the grace of God,   

bleeding feet and parched throats we have conquered .

Limbs tight with anxiety

heads heavy with grief but still standing

Mother

I am quite lucky.

Until now I have been  bitter about our likeness,

wanting to be a separate Me.

Fighting our hold,

Ignorant to the truth.

Without you I would have no reason to smile.

no example to follow,

no dreams to accomplish ,

no raft to clutch on to at times of danger.

Beating against the rapids waiting to fall off the cliff

‘no parachute to float me to safety .

That's why

It was planned in heaven

our meeting

If remembered with stillness

you can still hear the angels trumpets

signaling the seal of our bond

accompanied by the loud wail

of the newborn and crinkle of an ink covered foot pressed to paper

A song of our beginning

telling stories of our end

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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