Posted in Poetry, Recovery, Spirituality, Writing

IN DECEMBER

In December
The Word of God manifest
Let this child be born
Let this child be blessed

Twenty-one days in
Mark of the winter solstice
Down in Carolina
Became the last of mom and dad focus

I climbed out the womb
Couldn't wait to get into this world
Impatient from the start
Created two boys, one girl

The last of the offspring
Starting a new generation
Contemplation, hesitation
All aboard the ship of relation

The final of the grands
That my grandfather ever saw
Four days before Christmas
So perfected, never saw my flaws

Now I'm here on earth
One day before Capricorn
Call it Caprittarius
Thirteen days after the day my mother was born

It's so cliche
How they say we're here for a reason
I wonder why I was born after Fall
A brand new season

God put me here to prophesy
Never forget, always remember
Eleven other months in the year
But there's something about December.
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Son of a preacher. College graduate in Mass Communications. Photographer. Writer. Creative. Innovative. Lyricist. Child of God. Lion Hearted Lamb. Addict.

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