It stands in contrast to the floral tropical beauty
Its dilapidated state a testimony of reminiscence
Birds of paradise, pink ginger lilies and white anthuriums
Line the L-shaped pathway leading towards the antiquated dwelling
The fruit of mango and breadfruit trees
Hang precariously even dangerously
Over the missing sheet of the galvanized roofing
Looking from a mortal perspective
Imagining what this dwelling place would have
Looked like in days gone by, in its former glory
A combination of beautifully painted wood with
Sturdy concrete supporting the structure
Shiny galvanized roof covering strong wooden beams and rafters
Wooden jalousie windows with complimentary sash windows
White washed front steps and well tended plants and shrubbery.
Looking from an immortal and invisible perspective
There is a solitary being, living in this dilapidated structure
She is safe and secure in a familiar setting
Familiar persons visit with their mortal intentions
To help but she wants nothing to change
Yet everything is changing
Unfamiliar persons use her tropical gardens as a public thoroughfare
To walk from the main road to their respective residences
She retreats in her familiar abode
Safe in her belief that God has protected her thus far
But where is the balance between familiar and unfamiliar?
Where is the balance between reminiscence and reality?
How long do you hold on?
When do you let go?
(The next two weeks are dedicated to inspirational poetry. These poems evoke feelings from within. I hope this one inspires you as well to live in reality and let go.)