Modie

My Auntie asked me to write a poem about her son who has passed away...by far the most difficult poem I have written, because I had to tap into her pain... anyway, here it is.

Modie

I want to say that Modie was More than Incarceration

He was More than a street reputation

He was more than a statistic

In fact he was smart and artistic

He was more than you know

He was my youngest son, My baby boy

He filled my heart with warmth and Joy

He was a father to Zachary

and a Brother to Calvin

He was a uncle, a nephew

and he was a cousin

He was a friend to plenty

and loved by many

He lived life his way

and now he lives in our hearts

and I think of him everyday

I will always remember you Modie

I remember your spirit and I cherish the time we shared

You know I wanted the best for you, You know how much I cared

I have shed many tears because I miss you so much

I know that you are watching

I feel you near and I feel your touch.

I miss you and I love you

My Angel

The Light

The Light

There is this Bright light in a dark place

I see so clearly

Finally!

I am on my way out of the dark place.

Sometimes strange conditions Dim the light

so I squint my eyes

Keeping my eyes on the prize

I gotta get out of there

Sometimes the mud has me slipping and falling

I even have stopped and dwelled in it

But I am tired of the dirt and grime

So I am back on my grind

I gotta get out of there

Now sometimes I stop and look at the light

wondering whats out there

scarred of the unknown

The fear had me stuck

struck,

so bad I thought

I should just stay here

and they won't hurt me

but what did I hear

You have got to get out of there

So I am back on the right track

Keeping my eye on the light

it's getting brighter step by step

I'm feeling better with each stride

So I pick up the pace, getting faster

But I tripped

and fell on my face

Man that hurt

I asked is this even worth it?

Why do I want to get out so bad?

No one can hurt me in here!

It's just me and my memories

Me and my fantasies

This is my reality.

NO ONE CAN HURT ME HERE!

I cried

So there I sit, defeated.

Incompleted, deflated and satified.

Dare I say, I feel contentment

in the darkness.

Why?

If I am so content, then why do I cry at night?

Why do I question my life?

Why do I want to die?

Why?

And

Why does that light not go away?

I'm like a moth to that thing.

I want to see what that light is all about.

When I look at it I smile and get a funny feeling

So I'm going to walk these miles

to see what its about.

The light is warming me up

From the inside out.

I have got to get out of here

are the the words in my ear.

My life depends on it,

That's how I feel

Next time I fall I will lift myself up

Because I know it will happen

So I will rise again and again

Becaused now when I look back and see how far I have come

I'm in awe of the pitfalls and the mountains I climbed over!

I reminice on the let downs and put downs

And I laugh because here I stand!

It is amazing that I survived all of that

And know I know how strong I am!

I realize the Power that I have!

I believe that God is the light

Even when I had no hope

God has never given up on me

Just like that light has never went out on me

He brought me out of the darkness

into his marvelous light

Now my spirit is renewed, bright and shiny

I know now that the light is within me

And nothing or no one put my light out again.