Divine Healing
Aged 14,she watched her mother
die at the hands of her worthless father
cried herself to sleep till her tears started forming a stream
that gave birth to a whirlpool that ended up swallowing her dreams
her father’s life resembled that of a farmer, who instead of watering his seed
would rather pollute the soil in which it was planted
and that was evident when he went on to rape her, she underwent therapy
in a room full of anatomically correct dolls, which could only bring back unpleasant memories
of the day she got robbed off her virginity
her inner voice failed to even fall on deaf ears
for her emotional lips were duck-taped by fear
tried to lick her wounds, but fate kept rubbing salt on to them
at 16,she ran away from home, trying to find shelter in the streets
tattooed her mom’s picture on the left side of her chest
which she viewed as a token of remembrance
believed it would serve as a symbol of guidance
often bullied by other street kids for refusing to take drugs
desperate for acceptance and love
she’d often slit her wrists, trying to make the cut
on cold nights, she rocked short skirts that made her thighs freeze
selling her body to make loot for something to eat
she turned the temple of God into a guesthouse
that played host to different kinds of venomous snakes
her immune system was a baseball mitt on time’s hands
endlessly catching diseases
with no home to run to, she opened her optical taps
with the water flooding the streets
couldn’t afford the expertise of a plumber
so even when she closed them they continued to leak
the HIVirus found refuge inside the temple that God had built for her soul to inhabit
at 19 she got hospitalized, her legs and feet too weak to kick the bucket
so she had to make peace with the pain she suffered
on her supposed “deathbed”, she cried as she watched her life fade away
then God sent her an angelic being to bring about change
in her life through powerful words of poetry
restored her belief with every single piece he recited for her
shifted the “positivity” from her immune system
into her mind and it became a part of her thought process
now she walks every path in life with maximum confidence
so in essence, time is not the best healer, poetry is…
