The Poetry Farm

It was large. So bright and blue and beautiful. Like the ocean. It was endless and had a lot of good things. My life. He came sailing along and "I will, with my life, Help you bear this." Said he. And he had my whole world on his shoulder. As he took each step, the water spilled; Then it kept drying out until every good in it went away. Until I had nothing more to lose. Then my world dried out and began to crack. Then I forsook morality and virtuousness. Then I lost my head while giving heads. Every sweet meal became a pitter pill. Every poisonous person seemed good for my health. I began to think that I needed things I'd never need. And I did the things I thought I'd never do. Then my sleepless nights got replaced with darkness and impurity. And my whole world came crushing down. So, I took back my world. Emptied it of the poison and garbage. Waited for the rains for hydration. And I revamped my world. My shrunken world, became large again. My ...

Been broke, so broke that my survival doesn't make sense, so I've been thought of as a whore. Been judged and slandered by the curious ears who didn't understand. Been defamed by helpers who thought they'd bought my life with a few cedi notes. Been hurt so deep but the open sore keeps healing. Been killed a million times, but I'm still breathing. And I'm gonna live on and on and on. He'll keep me alive and He will be my evidence - the evidence of my blessing; evidence of my survival. I'm gonna live each day and survive like a pro and not a beggar. ~Angie. Share in my thoughts and be encouraged