I watch my back as I write, keeping one eye open,
Watching out for the anointed kings that once governed me.
They hunt for what they believe was left carelessly behind during their haste to evacuate.
Within the walls of this cage that was created with the intention of protecting slaves I find their stolen means and then boldly claim these dirty deeds as my property.
A secret society with rebel tendencies wants to bury me beneath the Cherry trees that line the decaying streets of what was once known to be an Emerald City.
As scared as I am of the actuality of what’s happening, I’m able to find solace in my beliefs and in turn for this unfaltering faith comes a guide to relinquish the fear that captivates my unsteady mind.
Celestial shadows came with warnings of these deceitful trickeries and then I was told where to find refuge without restraints and bindings.
And NO, I wasn’t told to head east towards the coast,
“It’s time to go home where you belong, the time to rest your weary bones has already come and gone”,
Was whispered eloquently throughout my entire being.
Surprise by the darkness that covered my wet tired eyes and lead me blindly through another disturbing dream,
This time showing someone else was suffering by falsities done unto me.
Unnerved by what this could represent,
Confused as to what can be done to vanquish this bitterly raw anguish.
As the answers begin to appear, my body went cold, and my heart started skipping beats.
Finding myself stripped down bare, exposing only broken bones and a needful soul.
Sensing my fear the shadows whisper in my ear “don’t be scared were almost there”.
Then I awake from a sudden jolt, I think maybe an earthquake at first,
And the ground really seems to be breaking away beneath my feet.
I find myself suddenly down on hands and knees praying to God
“ Please be forgiving of my evil deeds and if I die tonight will you receive me”.
Suddenly stillness appears in the form of my identity.
Shadows of the celestial calling made a few deals with the sons of saints and the daughter of demons for heavens sake and mine too.
As they allowed me the pleasure of reuniting my essence and my ego, they said to me, “We believe these belongs with you, try this time to hold on tight and keep a more watchful eye ”.
Then they asked me what I knew now that I hadn’t known before.
My response wasn’t needed but listened to quit patiently,
As I explained that I know now that I shouldn’t have traded my security for my humility.
A fair payment to be safe and hidden away from being enslaved is my naivety.