So many colours does my tapestry hold

The collation of many thoughts and dreams

Of visions given ages before and voices heard in the quietness of the night

Of victories won by faith and enemies subdued with words

 

The intertwining of destinies

The meeting of strangers that became family

Of smiles that were shared and dances that were danced

Of tears that flowed and laughter that echoed in the solace of empty rooms

 

The visualization of challenges past

Of mountains that crumbled and valleys raised

Of the resurrection of dry bones and bringing forth water from the rock

Of the opening of hearts and breaking of barriers

Of walking on waters and tested by fires

 

This is my story, this is my record

Of testimonies past and more still to come

Of the training that I endured and the bruises I have to show for it

Of the rains that hid my tears and the noise that drowned my cries

 

Of the offloading of unnecessary baggage

Of parting of ways with seasonal friends and welcoming of new faces

Though I cried, my tears produced joy

Though I screamed, my shouts brought forth victory