The Golden Door With A Silver Key Poem by Letter From My Mother's Womb

The golden door with a silver key

I've had a vision,
You've got a mission,
Mission to fulfill, of which will cause tension
In addition, there'll be a confession

How, I don't know
Why, I had the same calling
When, I cannot tell
Where, entrance to be made by the golden door

There was a giant,
He was like Shrek,
He appeared from the bush,
'Who's he? ' you might be asking, the confessor...

He holds the key,
The silver one,
He'll offer to pay your school fees,
Fees, he wants to see you on your knees

He thinks the world rotates around him,
He thinks he breathes a better breath,
Beat him in his own ring,
Do not worship him, nor the earth

I saw a palace,
Like a swam of bees,
Overflowing of money and riches,
Is this one of the clichés?

You were sinking in a pool of blood,
When I came to your rescue,
You were dry, like the Sahara desert
And the pool turned blue...

Sky blur,
Sight blurred,
Warmth from a fur coat,
Blown away, left cold

I saw your future wife,
She'll be your best friend, your life!
After years, stab you with a knife
Future, shuffled!

In the same manner,
Thoughts in clutches,
Walk towards it,
The golden door, with a silver key.

Keitumetse Mokhahlane
@2019