Schwarz November: A Miraculous Reverse Poem by Dozie Wogu

Schwarz November: A Miraculous Reverse
Could I ever be healed?
Believing everything else
Was a White lie
Helping me to dye

Deep Seated hues
Ingrained in every sinew
Manifested in innocency
Right from my infancy

I knew t’was the end,
The dark hole of sheol
Was my reality
With envisaged immensity

Nothing could be done
Any effort was a lie.
T’Was what I thought to die
Before I heard that faint voice
Of a thousand stringed lyre

Heard in the reality
Of my envisaged immensity
Seen at the end of sheol
Revealing the hope without an end

More sweetness to bring a pure infant
More vision in birth of innocence
Brightening my every sinew
With deep seated hues of the divine

Dyeing me in white robes
That was not a lie
Because I believed
I was healed