Changu Chilwesa

Rookie (29-04-1987 / Mazabuka, Zambia)

The Man Upstairs - Poem by Changu Chilwesa

See, my heart I gave to him that took it and almost
Tore it to shreds, confusion struck me, migraines
What a pain I felt, in my mind a mocking voice I heard say
I told you so, in despair I couldn’t help but wonder for this voice
Was the same that said to give my heart? And though I couldn’t see any more
And many voices I still hear in my head, dumb stricken from all this hurt
The man upstairs like he knew me, came down and spoke gently, so careful not
Confuse me some more he said, it’s about time you got your life back but first be
Therefore transformed with the renewing of your mind. Gently, he held me and i
Remembered some men like this man from upstairs come to restore.

I aint gonna lie, pain in my heart sometimes I still feel.
Fantasies of what could have been I still have, I even cry myself to sleep sometimes.
I can hear the deceiving voice from a distance speak with so, much enthusiasm mighty
Woman see your downfall now. Where is the lover that you clung to? Where is the man that
Swore to love and protect you? Oh but he don’t know the man from upstairs just won’t have
Me cry no more. The hurt, the pain, the tears, the sadness and the torture, that too he won’t
Let me keep. He tirelessly takes that all away and puts it upon himself, and feels the now
Empty heart with so much peace like I have never known it, joy unspeakable and turns my frown into a smile
And when I walk, there is a certain twist to it and now and then I feel like I wanna do my dance
Because the man upstairs just gave me reason to.

Though sometimes I push him away, the man upstairs he steps aside and lovingly waits for me, for in his heart I can hear a silent cry for me to notice him and know love for what it really is. He is my lover and my friend, and though his trust sometimes I betray, he always hopes for the better, he wont give me up. his love for me is pure and too strong. This man my broken filthy heart I give, he wants me for me, just am I am he says. Hats off to the man upstairs, for there is none like him, and my whole life, heart, mind, body and soul I freely give….he is my man…oh that man upstairs!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 8, 2009

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