MY THIRTY YEAR CROSS

~~This is not my cross to bear any longer…

Pain has many faces
And, so many are still blind to mine
They teach me first to work with pain
Then I’m condemned by these same people gone blind

I’m carrying a thirty-year torch for my freedom
And, as I walk away from this cross
I will put it back upon your shoulders
The heavy weight that I carried is my thirty-year loss

Take your eyes and raise them to heaven
And, turn around and look at me
You make me fight hard for my beautiful life
All your actions in the past made me a prisoner you see

I will walk proudly away from this thirty-year battle
But, with a small bit of advice I will give
When you count how many injured people you took down
How many torches you put out, when they fought hard to live

Raise your eyes to the beautiful heavens
Feel your weight upon the ground
Then, look me in the eyes again
That’s the weight that I carried, from my thirty-year crown

I can say I forgive, you gave me courage
And, for the last thirty-years, God has kept me alive
And, as I walk out of my prison, across this beautiful earth
I’ll have an army of angels steadfast by my side…

© Brenda Keough
March 13, 2015
10: 15 a.m.
Notes: on my poem
  
I’m finished my story….

This is called invisible for a reason.  But, just because you cannot see things, does not mean that person is ok, that things are in line with justice.  Patterns change, and will continue to change…..my voice is here for that reason.  Wise words are spoken to share, not continue in silence…it defeats the purpose of the writing….the time, event, and circumstances….

Like one of my poems state…” THERE IS ALWAYS MORE THAN ONE WAY OUT…