This (Cairo Mathebula)

I’m really a page poet so this will be somewhat of catharsisThere’s been summer days, winter months and leap years: where:This smile came from the jaws paralysisThese bones were too heavy for a soul to drag around everywhere,This heart operating on auto pilot in turbulencethis brain a ghost townsee depression is a dirty game,and most days I lost days,on a bad days i would conceit defeaton the very worst days i would sign my forfeit with the words of a suicide note.however on the days that i ever won it was because of these words,this poetry which gave me salvation;a saving grace,a warm embracea let there be light to a kingdom come.The rehab and the relapseEvery verse,whispered breath,pause,bongo drum is an extension of survival.a reminder of revival.which is why this moment,this performance is a baptism,the air around us is a river jordan,the words our 11th commandmentthis sweat a splash holy water,Dont bow your heads to this evening prayer,indulge the sweetness of despairlisteners bewarei have been born againi hope you like what you see but now i no longer care.this is an unmasking,i hope you like what you see,but i’m proud to say that i know longer care.