Walking away
He has always been a ‘good’ companion,
Everywhere I went, He went with me,
He controlled my thoughts and action,
He said to me, “No one like me”.
I believed him with all my heart,
He told me he was the best,
He drew all the diagrams and chart,
He showed me pictures, pages and the rest.
I told him that I won’t leave him,
I told him that he was the truth,
I promised that I won’t listen to any hymn,
I said we will be together like Naomi and Ruth.
Suddenly, in new moon,
Not too long after,
The real man came so soon,
And I fell in love with the latter.
The former cane out,
He shouted “NO!”,
He shouted and cried out,
He cried, ‘NO!’.
He said he won’t leave,
He got a knife and a rope,
He said I won’t live,
He got a white robe.
Suddenly, He will grip me,
I wanted to follow the new man,
But I was just too weak to be,
He kept me in a ban.
One day, I escaped,
I went to new man,
He took me and me, he shaped,
I finally left the old man.
Is it love or crush?,
I found myself thinking of the old man,
Was my decision a rush?,
At times, I compared him with new man.
At night, the old man came to me,
It was in a dream,
He reminded me of all that happened to me,
He asked me not to tell my man, the dream.
At last, I woke up from my slumber,
I saw my new man, he wasn’t sleeping,
He has been starring at me, while in my slumber,
He knew I had a dream while sleeping.
I told him the dream,
I told him the whole truth,
He listened, as I told him the dream,
Then, he told me the real truth.
He said, “You no longer belong to the man
Now you are mine
He can’t seek from you, a demand
You can’t dine with the swine”.
He told me, “You are redeemed!,
You are not part of him,
Get up and walk away at last”,
You are no longer part of him.
Now, I am walking away at last,
Who is “him”, you may Ask
He is my “past”
It is a new dawn; I’ve put off the mask.
Scribe Iya Sewa scripsit
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