Dear Gramps

Poetry

I waited for you last night

But you didn’t hear me call,

So I wake up the next morning

And I slowly start to fall.

Cause the waves they keep on crashing

And they pound against my head.

And I’m trying to keep swimming

Cause that’s what you would have said.

But the current keeps on moving

And the thunder is so loud.

I wish that I could find a way,

To try and make you proud.

My strength is slowly draining.

My efforts all in vain.

My sunshine slowly fading

My heart is full of rain.

As I sink into the sand,

Washed up against the tide.

Silent screams and empty dreams

Broken, shattered pride.

I hold tightly to my sanity,

And try to find a way.

To play the cards dealt to me

And hang on another day.

For my love, he is a blessing

And it’s selfish to complain,

When my family stand beside me

Despite my constant drain.

So I’m not going to ask for me

I’ll ask for – – – instead

Please shine your lamp upon him

And get inside his head.

For the darkness it still haunts him.

And only you would know,

The shadows that surround him

And the hurt he won’t let show.

For he is my deepest scar

My constant nagging fear.

My greatest dread, to find him d***

A pain I can not bear.

So I’ll fight away my burdens

I’ll smile away the tears.

If you just hold him tightly

I know you hear my prayers

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I am not my skin

Poetry
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I descend from Warriors, whos hook fished from the sea.

An island grand, my mother’s land.

Bestowed at birth to me.

Voyagers of the ocean,

Skin kissed by the sun.

Pacific migration, westernization

Woven into one.

The henna of a goddess stained across my heart

Bindi on the forehead

Red sea at the part.

Statistics do not phase me.

I ‘ll surpass your expectations.

Educated, Under rated.

I am God’s creation.

My book has many pages

If you read beyond the cover.

LOVE is thicker than water

I’m not defined by colour. .

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