The depression that is my being is finally laid to rest.
A soft glow in the night time’s air, the final leg of this journey, only it feels like a test.
What is fate, and who is GOD, that would relegate me to this hell of an existence?
The constant pain and humiliation leads me to a state of ending all that I know to be true..
There is no promise, no looking towards tomorrow, no future for my eyes to look through.
It feels like my very nature is hated, the pitchforks of greed, the lies of hate, the emptiness of fear.
The regular beatings, the regular hangings, the regular days of my life, only I don’t feel like I’m there.
Not a worry in the world, the crowd gathers saying "Thank GOD It’s Not Me", like they don’t care.
One day as I was sitting in this bondage and dreamed of a release from this place.
I heard a soft whisper say “Stay strong and hold on, this life will bring about the amazing grace.”
“The safety and comfort you seek in this life will only come about with struggle and strife..”
“The scene has been set; you are the beginning of the family tree, that is why we eventually meet.”
“I am your prayers put to flight; I am your outlook on life, equipped with all of your power and might...”
“It is because of your courage and strength that lead me to question what this all means”
“Since my birth I have been a warrior fighting against injustice, believing in freedom for all of us.”
“Now sitting in this cell with you I can now see, that the pain and struggle that was your life.”
“Now fuels the fires of my passions, covering every part of my light so that it shines so bright.”
So there is a reason for my season, a flower growing out of the seeds of time.
My sacrifice has given the essence of who I am, to my great-great-grand, now living in his prime.
What a beautiful thing it is, to finally see into the future and view what my thoughts and actions will eventually be.
There is a peace that lives inside of the storm, a place that we all cuddle up to in order to stay warm.
The beauty of my bondage is the story that I now hear, read and see.
The power of my being projected into the future to influence future generations, and it’s funny they all look like me.
There are smiles on my face as I think of the promise of the hardships, knowing this pain is special, more special than the most amazing gifts.
I am in peace no matter what pain and hardships are inflicted upon my body.
Living through my generations, my essence of love spread over the entire family tree.
The makings of my heart implanted in all of the future generations who are represented by the person that I call me.
Dwayne Chamble
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