Me.
My name is Shellie. I am a child of words, of books, of music, of life, of snow, of orenda, and sunshine. A child of hardships survived through with help of our lord the divine. I'm a learner, a seer, a sister, and a daughter. Born a gift for my father. A gift box baby. I come from a house built of hands My playground is the church, a daughter of the cross I am; I’ve trudged through tragedy, bent down low wishing for the final blow, I've held myself high and whispered to my brother I spy, I spy a mother whose label is a lie. I've watched my father die. I held my brother to me as we laid there in the house built of hands to cry. I dream of words, of wisdom, longed for knowledge. I've wandered invisible lands, and made unbelievable plans, I've seen the orenda in the ordinarys, I've walked with an angel (Godʻs fairies). I live surrounded by violence and hatred and tragedy my heart's edges so raggedy; I live in a house built of hands. the foundation a cross. the people underneath as close to my heart as the steeple above. I am a dove. I live in a place uneven but i made it through worse and we will make do. as they say a triangle is the strongest shape in nature. I grew fast when i was young. I had no time to slowly mature. Perhaps because at birth I was premature. I come from pain and sorrow but with the help of the big man in the sky I (a sparrow) learned to fly my pain and hardship made a path for me in worship, in the house built of hands like a house of cards one ace at a time I built my plans, I found support to pull me out of my invisible planes switched out for a real plane to fly me to the stars and shake hands with the big man in the sky. |
"This poem is about the people around me and how they pushed me upwards even when life was pushing me down, it also describes my life as well as my struggles. |
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