Neglected Child Poem by wes mbanje

Today I fell into the hands of the fatherless
I imagine their minds fill with bruises attempting to remember face they have never known nor seen
The twist and turns of remember now cushion by the melodies of the merciful
who's hearts are built on memories of gold
who's souls medicine the works and products of love
I travel through life with pockets full of dreams
and suitcase filled with passionate prayer
without thinking I wonder if my dreams and prayers abandon the abandoned
cause reality is panel beat out of dreams
courage is the cosmetics of silent screams
while love is a handful of minerals
The world is made out of words
Some words are made out of truth
Some words are made out of stones
While hearts are made out of glass
The reality behind dreams is i'm a dream in a dream
My living and breathing is revived by God's dream keeping me alive
The dreams my reality posses are the middle passage that testifies the gratitude of having my thoughts fathered
And the privileges of having my heart mothered banging up against the doors of the abandoned and fatherless
cause I come from a generation of swift runners
Who run when it rains
Who run from the realties of life's tough stains
Who run from faith the minute doubt leans towards unanswered prayers
A generation of men molding tribes of those that can not stay
Those uninspired by responsibilities
But today my heart runs from my comforts and races towards a clear conscience
Pinched by the realities of doing the right thing