Divine Intervention
Shall I confess to thee
O world,
Of how the fruit of youth,
As it was handed over to me
By those skies watching over us all
Ever so silently
Turned all rotten and soggy
At the exact same moment
That I touched it?
Its acidic and toxic taste
Had me wishing
I was never born
In a world which would never be mine!
Yes,
The air all around me had me feeling
Ever so filthy about myself,
As if,
I was the rotten one here
While it,
A glowing piece of priceless jewellery!
My youth bid me to be a misfit
For the fragility of my wellbeing
Was to be tattooed with those same
Shaky grounds as they do stand
Near active volcanos which do nothing other
Than spit forth
Fierce and powerful agents,
Able to maim humans within seconds!
Left to myself,
I could only wish for then
When I shall be delivered
From this burden that I had become!
But it so happened
That those silent skies
Had another plan for me,
Yes,
They did!
For today,
As I stand upon the top of this world,
Accepting from its own hands,
The crown worn solely by Queens,
I can only look back tenderly
At those dark days
And proclaim loud and clear
That those silent skies
Had been loving me ever since
Even if they had punished me so harshly
And that they still do so, today!
Written on 16 Dec 2021
For Contest DIVINE INTERVENTION
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2021
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