Prayer: A poem 

I reflect, all these years of working jobs 

that I didn’t want to do. And earlier still, 

an education that I didn’t want to learn. 

And the bully sitting next to me reducing me to tears 

I found hidden within me a secret communion 

An imagination rising like a rope out of a well 

Fantasy is also therapy. A lie to yourself 

can bring immunity, even happiness 

I didn’t think I needed a shoulder to cry on, 

even though Mum and Dad had a love-cocoon enveloping me 

I had a few friends, yet still, was my own friend 

There was someone I didn’t know I was waiting for 

For her, I didn’t marry or have children. Not even  

temporary romance. Lest I scratch her out from  

the palm lines of my eternity. My soul seemed to silently know. 

Till it all came into full view. What I, subconsciously, 

prayed for all my life. It came like a satellite message  

from the unknown. God’s text message written in the sky 

And the dearest of the dearest in distance and time