Gallery Of Souls
Gallery Of Souls2 mins 148 2 mins 148
Welcome to my gallery
My sculpture museum
Of all the retired images I once
Had to be.
All perfectly sculpted
To keep the fine-tuned balance
Of those, I needed to appease
The lady in her mid-length dress
Sitting on the hard church bench
Legs tugged at ankle’s folded underneath her seat
Bible in her lap opened Corinthians three.
What a perfect girl mommy thinks
And nods approvingly
But all truth in this image is the love for God.
A young girl dressed in khaki blouse and Demin shorts
Chasing cattle through the field, as grandma scoffs
What a rabadoe.
Apple of daddy’s eye
But yet again this is not me
This not where I want to be.
Agriculture ain’t my thing.
Schoolgirl, her uniform in perfect line with every rule
Her marks high, so high to ensure that
When she's gone too tertiary, she can fly
Prim proper teacher’s pet
And as important as education is
alas the true me this is not yet.
In the corner at the back stands a sculpture
All the qualities I had to bag
Parts of me I had to disguise
In order to fit into my masks
Qualities unwanted by all but me.
And the reality, sad as it might be
Is even I mixed all the sculptures on display?
Add those I already have thrown away
It still does not equal me
Still doesn’t create who I want to be.
So, I decided to close my gallery
To stop this unending effort to appease
All but me.
No longer I will sculpt
I shall only search for the lost being