THE GIFT

she was given by the heavens a gift

 
a gift of high intuition and self-awareness

 
perceived of her own fears and desires

 
the gift became her secret crying place

 
her bravely and wisdom were in the gift

 
whereas her weakness and illiteracy was what portrayed

 
she knew how to write who she wanted to be

 
but being that image was harder than eating rocks

 
she only knew how to be who they expected

 
even her gift was unable to speak for her

 
she cursed who gave it to her

 
she was desperate for a redeemer

 
her sins obscured her blessings

 
in the end, helplessness was all she could imagine

 

- Ariane Dushime

 

 

Note:

I wrote this poem when I felt a bit lost and didn't know what use my writing talent with. There is a lot that I always want to say but at some point felt like this talent wouldn't show who I am and speak for me.