…Heal My Wings Once Again

...Heal My Wings Once Again prose poem

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…. Heal These Broken Wings
Perhaps I was addicted to the lighter side, Smothered in darkness put whippings on my backside
Somehow as an adult my heart became alive, It used to be asleep blind & only smiles
I don’t like hanging around the house much, So much going on out there & so many lives to touch
When we’re born they said “be anything you wanna be” until someone gets jealous and hang your rep & dreams up on a tree
Take away what’s important leave you jobless living in a tent
Ups & downs flowing so fast I can’t think
Everything changes before my eyes tear up & blink
Music plays on the merry go round like a game of musical chairs we go all around
The cycle cause changes we can’t control
Staying stable changing with the change keeping mobile
We don’t know always what’s going to happen next we take a step…
Out into the world here we go
Stay positive keep your head up, letting them see you sweat is a no no
Who’s to say I was right or wrong
I read the Great Book & missionary work, keeping it strong
Blessed was given to me not this world
Needed love got the love always kept a man
Opportunities hard to come by work never stay the same
My ex kept me pregnant as a trap, who’s to blame?
Now I have a family to feed & the seasons still change
Stripping & tricking Fast money made my soul cringe
That life isn’t for me, Brought a ticket Grandma here I come
Home again, please don’t judge Watch your tone.
Feeding the kids, New Sneakers on their feet made me smile
Forgetting the pain & the price I paid On the phone I dial
Tell her everything is ok the kids are fine, Playing outside
While bills pile
Waiting shamefully with the phone to ring with good news again.
Every time I reach out blasphemy is what I get in return
Sometime all the love I got in my heart turns to coal
hoping my prayers works my hate with love to a diamond again
….. I Need your hands to come and heal me once again, So I can fly away to the end of time.

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Seraiah Naomi Israel

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Born In Corona Queens New york, in Laquadia Hospital. Raised in Jamaica, Queens between Bronx Ny & Williams/Walterboro Sc.I Now Enjoy the wonderful Lifestyle of Charleston South Carolina.
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