Great Christ Our Cries

I slowly enter the room Giving my mind time to adjust to whatever may lay ahead Fix my face into a permanent smile We wear the mask that grins and lies     It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes A look of her surprise registered across her face There’s my grandbaby I’ve come to see grandma She’s not well off Breathing a sigh of relief, she looks unexpectedly well Oxygen mask in place Legs elevated We sit and chit chat Nothing and everything that is unimportant She attempts to downsize why she’s there I’m already aware This debt we pay to human guile     With torn and bleeding hearts we smile She lifts her pants leg to scratch and I finally see They don’t look real Swollen Covered in scales and sores Flaking bits of discarded skin Black and brown Black like bad Like ain’t no good Like Like Like I’m scared because I now realize why they’re having a conversation about amputation And it makes sense Because even in a casual glance I’m not sure if there’s a possibility for rehabilitation And I’m already praying for a miracle but I’m not sure if every question deserves an answer We smile, but oh great Christ, our cries     To thee from tortured souls arise     We sing, but oh the clay is vile Realizing the difference between need and want Have and don’t Desire versus ability When life represents a death of changes A future I would never want… for myself A present that never warranted picking This sweet deceiving life we live Oh great Christ, our cries

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