You know sometimes this feeling overwhelms me,
And I wanna cry,
And set myself free..
Oh these words,
These words reeling in the pit of my thoughts,
I wanna let them loose,
Go on, come out,
Wanna set you free,
Maybe then you’d leave me be..
Are pregnant with words,
I want to sing a song of praise to my one and only God,
I want to write a love song for my future love..
My thoughts ‘re in a turmoil,
These words have refused to come forth,
My muse is gone,
Leaving me in a battle,
Best fought by two or more..
I can’t do it alone,
Even heaven knows so,
Marvin, I know someday you’d return home..
I need to deliver these words,
I dream of their shiny eyes every night,
Looking up to me with their tiny voices screaming ‘mama’,
I see these words growing to touch,
And change lives,
Don’t let this dream die..
Ah, this pain,
Yes, I’ve felt it before..
But this one is new,
Cos the words,
are a little more than a few,
In my mind,
And my head,
These words are tickling my cool..
My thoughts are pregnant,
And maybe some other things,
It is time to PUSH!
Marvin, where on God’s earth are you?
Are you somewhere around,
Or you’ve gone to never again come back?
I will do it alone without you!
Yes, my faith will help me through!
And I will PUSH!
And PUSH again,
And the words would come forth,
In the comfort of my thoughts..
I will smile,
Because without you, I survived..
And I will smile again,
Because my heart is big enough,
To forgive you over and over again..
Now I have made this note long,
Cos I haven’t had the time to make it short,
Will you be here to birth these words?
© The Short Black Girl, 2014.