I forgot who I am
Laid down in the ashes,
Looking around for help
I alone, can help me.
I forgot the words spoken,
The truth so glaring,
I was blind
to even the brightest of all lights,
“Don’t you know that ye be gods?”
“You are co-heirs to the throne,” he said
“son of God,” the book called me.
Yes, I forgot how love works
How it travels and permeates
Even the darkest, unworthiest soul
How it forgives and liberates
I forgot your words and the eyes.
Oh, the eyes that spoke wonders
And pulled down the ramparts.
I forgot how beautiful life can be
How sweet it is
When it is seen from the eyes of a child
I forgot how to live
How to be joyful and happy like a kid.
I forgot a whole lot
I remember it all.
Now I know…
- An apprentice in wordsmithry.