He left
me with scars and brokenness,
A broken
heart I hide,
A
broken arm that reminds
all
the times he came,
Drunk,
really smashed,
Not even
remembering his way home,
proof
of how lost his life was.
Those knocks I will never forget,
Those knocks I will never forget,
Neighbors
beckoning mama to go get,
A husband
who passed out on the streets. When he could bring himself home however,
His mouth arrived before him
As he
cussed and sold his dignity
On his
way home, not to stay,
But to
break,
Break
my heart,
Play
with mama’s heart,
And kill
my affection.
He erased
the place that manufactures love in me,
And replaced
it with shame and hate.
In time
I believed,
His job
was to sow,
Not to
water, not to weed, not to harvest.
He went
on to sow more,
More
of ME’s.
He
would come back, to kill, steal and destroy,
So,
my joy he stole,
My trust
destroyed
And mama,
my hero, had to heal it all.
Of
course, it never rains but pours,
God
called mama home, and I saw it all
I
lived her pain as she left,
I
lived my pain as she left,
I
lived in pain after she left.
Never,
have I ever experienced such excruciating pain,
Like
a dry leaf, my heart was crushed.
With
her left all the love, attention, affection from family and friends.
Lost
childhood, lost hope,
Gained
strength.
Stumbling
blocks can be turned into stepping stones they say,
Stepping
on our situations my sister began,
My father,
mother, sister, friend she became.
Sacrificed
her opportunities and pushed me forward in her stead.
Like
a baton, she passed on the support she got, and I excelled,
And I
learnt,
To love,
to forgive, to sacrifice
And I
got exposed to people who spurred me on towards greatness.
Survival
of the fittest was the name of the game,
I am
the best because I climbed on the shoulders of the greatest,
The wisdom
of God incomprehensible,
His plans
for my life indestructible,
Look
at me now
Reversing
the order…
