I was alone,
I was cold,
I could hear the cackling demons surrounding me,
Who was the man in the mirror, I don’t know his name.
I ran away spiritually and physically,
Until I found salvation,
A fountain of black blood,
Falling to my knees I drink the blood,
Its warmth melted the ice around my heart.
I smiled for the first time in a long time,
Then a hand rested on my shoulder,
I didn’t feel troubled, she was a friend,
From behind me she exclaimed,
“Don’t worry little African, you are home now.”
I burst into tears and turn around,
Like a doctor she mended my heart,
Over her shoulder I saw only more friends,
Holding hands, we sang.
- Hartforde
