Sands of Time

my soul lay south where
fragments of a young boy subsist
motionless, longing
to escape
life’s sad realities
mighty blows of thunder, furious
lightening bolts
strike down upon the south
piercing the north
is my spirit set adrift
through the gulf
where ferryboats float off
to Galveston—where
water meets land and
secrets lay dormant
deep beneath the sand
amid the rich soil
influenced by our ancestors
a decade now past, yet
unbroken remains my affection
the memories
left unfinished escort me
over waterways, through bayous and
we meet face-to-face

an unlike place
no longer the “little black child” but
a young man
passed through the sands
of time

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Terry a O'Neal

Bestselling author, Terry a O’Neal, whose poetry has been published in numerous magazines, journals and newspapers around the world has been named among the most popular African American female writers of our time. Currently, she is an instructor of English, literature, and communications in higher education in the United States.

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