49 trips around the sun to bask in the light and glow.
Grateful for every twist and turn,
For every up and down,
For every yes and no
That made me who I am.
49 trips around the sun
To reflect on life’s victories
That I have won.
Hopeful for more years underneath the sun,
To shine my light
Until my work is done.
Numb from the hurt and pain.
Numb from the target on my head.
Wondering what enemies want to gain?
Shameful to think, “What if I’m next?”
Racism is to blame
For me wondering, if soon, people will say my name?
But onward I MUST and WILL go.
I want to live like I’ve never lived.
No wasted moments.
No suspension of time.
I want to soar freely to higher heights,
And from the clouds I’ll emerge,
As I greet the sun on my way to heaven.
With a renewed heart, I feel love,
To be able to move with no fears, as I’ve left them behind.
Guided by a power like no other,
I can fly far beyond the moon.
The sky’s the limit.
And I’ll just keep going as if the sky is all mine.
What is life to cold hands and an empty heart?
A meaningless nothingness.
A reflection of despair.
No humanity seen.
No love.
No care.
Mere ashes of hope gone dry.
Mere tears from when one cried.
No measure of value for bodies.
None for the dead nor alive.
Don’t know Time’s timeline.
Don’t know where Time hides.
And Mercy is nowhere.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Death’s touch is not selective.
Hearts break and bleed.
Without restoration.
What’s the point,
When Heartache becomes the norm.
My Quiet Fire 