i was missing something.

Something. promised Something. true

Something. that was lost

i was missing something.

Something. sacred Scarcely seen.

Something. that tears away stone and was acres away from me.

Something. free

i saw it, walking along the streets of poverty that were scorching in the African heat

In my world of strife where i survived on the layering of bodies and bundling of cotton

Condemned bodies crashing onto my walls of Jericho

i saw it sweeping away the pain the shame while i mimed words of spurious pleasure

It mopped up my tears spilt by men who had the keys to my bathroom cuts, my grief

Polishing my kitchen, wiping it clean of boundaries engraved on my walls; made them shine like liquorice sweets

It blew away the ashes of my babies, the dust from good memories that long had deceased

Eventually it opened the curtains for the Sun and wrapped it tightly around me to kiss the bruises and scars off my ebony meat

Said an ancient prayer with a soft layering of palms and lips on my forehead and cheeks

A timeless remedy...

I was missing something.

Something special. Something serene.

Something promised. Something free.

And by luck I found it again within me.