A situation facing starvation and mental decline
Being brittle of body and mind
feeling no one, no place
Walking, talking to one’s self
Exhaustion overtakes
Resting near a tree
wondering will I awake
My prayer not heard
another breath I did take
He spoke to me in my dream
you need a manuscript it seems
A Palimpsest of parchment
for your acknowledgment
Story to be told it is then you will unfold will again become whole
I captured a goat, she was
God given no longer to starve
or thirst.
Drank her milk, made cheese
ate her meat and prepared her skin to write on.
Now with gathered strength
able to go full length
Knowing no longer alone
or hungry
I have grown
The skin is ready
I begin to write my story
Three year’s post better for most
I sent my Palimpsest I’m divest No more pain or horror
only gain
For He, in my dream, restored
My life it seems.
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