Flesh Wounds

I remember, once upon a time
when my existence was solely comprised of
…light and consciousness
moving freely amongst the heavens
I looked down upon the earth and became
Africa
from there I had been exported, deported
forcefully incorporated into a system
that tried it’s damnedest to extort
….every ounce of my dignity
found myself enslaved
…and wasn’t standing for it
I became enraged
an enmity had risen within me
discovered that somehow I had became
…my own worst enemy
society had my number
eight-five-five-five-zero-three
(committed to memory)
thought they had a snitch
quite amusing how they got it all twisted
especially considering how many times
…I came so close to putting someone six feet under
finally I stood out in the wind
quieted my mind and took the time to listen
I was advised to not use weapons of fear
instead , was urged to wield my pen
that if I would be patient
I could rest assured  that one day
my words would be heard
still, I kept hearing noises
…and some strange voices
growing ever so tired of (constantly) being deceived
…of making bad choices, of ingesting earthly poison
had to reach….but I didn’t dare reach out
(as no one would listen)
so I reached deep within
…and managed to summon the strength
now my life is all about redemption
while Truth serves as my stipend
living within strife
…was not a good way for each new day to arrive
particularly after I came back to remembrance
that there is much more, than this life
forgotten now, about the matters of the flesh
I once so diligently pursued
the scars they left behind were merely
…flesh wounds

Rory

©rj2012


*inspiration to write this piece was drawn from my friend and colleague Amy Wood
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