The Storyteller, By Manatita
His words carried tears from his homeland,
Borne from the prison-cell of his former struggle.
They flew over the fauna and charm of his Motherland,
Their poignancy weaving a vivid image of resilience.
Across the Manhattan floor where he now recited,
Many cried unashamedly,
As his Soul painted a solemn melody
Of pain, hope and dauntless courage.
Some thought that he’d never live to tell the tale –
That the many scars and imprints
Of suffering on his naked body,
Was a testament to his will and courage;
Yet he lived one thousand deaths!
Today his words flew, like an eagle,
Soaring into the very core,
Of all who listened in pin-drop silence.
Doing things unimaginable to their heads,
Hearts and sombre emotions.
His was a testament to the Spirit of man –
The ability to survive beyond impossible odds.
To become a weaver of words,
Kindling a loving fire, into the Hearts
Of those who dared to be awakened.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, Copyrighted 22nd September, 2015.
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~
Do you have a story to tell, and if so, have you triumphed?
© 2015 manatita44