January 15, (J-15) A riddle in the middle
J-15 the first month in the middle
New Year, another chance to answer the riddle
Need to concentrate on my life’s puzzle pieces
The picture takes shape; wrong piece, how it teases
Fuzzy fogged up mind, must step back from the table
Come back to it later when I’m better able.
Speak life to my soul, I won’t be depressd
The images from Haiti remind me I’m blessed
I still shudder when I think of their misery
Remembering Hurricane Katrina, back then it was me
Six days in the Super Dome, doing my best
To keep my family together
With no time to rest.
Stood in line for fourteen hours to get on a bus
From New Orleans to Dallas, all eight of us
Slept on dirty floors, hard cots, and used borrowed sheets
Flash backs from the flood, bodies floating in streets
The life that I knew was all washed away
2005, August 29, what a fateful day
Yes my world was shaken, not by earthquake
But by diliberatly blown levees that men blew to make
Sure the Uptown and French Quarter path
Did not feel the fury of Katrina’s wrath
Was it just money, or political bets?
That flushed us out of the city like rats in toilets?
Lord I know that I’m blessed, inspite of the pain
Inspite of my nightmares when I hear the rain
Despite major depression, and panic attacks
That feel like I’m having a heart attack
So now I stop and take a look at things from all sides
Search deep within myself where the answer abides
Thank God for the cups of blessing I’ve sipped
In His image I’m created so I’m well equipped
With the tools to craft my assigned excellent works
For as a Kings kid, I’ll enjoy all the perks
of my royal heritage
In the family of Christ.
by Robminx © All rights reserved. 2010 Poem-a-Day Series by Robminx