When the deconstruction comes you will find yourself bare
Stripped of everything you believed in
Standing on moist soil, false foundations shattered
Staring finally, behind the curtain at false gods who cannot meet your eyes
What you thought was gained by blessing was only stolen with the free hands of heartlessness
What you thought was beautiful was only viewed through the distorted lens of propaganda
What you thought was power was merely force, manufactured by man to oversee what he could not understand
When the deconstruction comes –
spirit will rise through air, water, earth and ether
to open your eyes again,
or for the first time,
to reveal to you the core of who you are.
And you will be unbreakable.
© Wokie Nwabueze 2017