“YOURS TO DISCOVER”

Do not hear me for these are not my words; instead, from mine, bear this in your heart

Do not be deceived I am not where I want to be but neither am I where I started

I am but a canvas with a fiery desire, some day, that last day to be a work of art,

Daily, in the master’s hand, made complete, I said ‘made’! Today is not over yet

It begun with nothing much, my entire life in one back pack

A fresh start is what they call it, now, a transitional necessity

Highs and lows so well I’ve known this being no different at all

Fall, 2014, my memory still vivid as I lay my eyes on her, “yours to discover” she said to me

My name, beautiful Toronto

My accommodation, two nights at Pearson, two months at the Army, Salvation

Four months at a home, room share of course before I was out on my own

Then her entice came, weapon of choice, folk from back home

Such a welcomed fresh breath, the familiar common tongue

We wined and dined, Lingala, salsa, tango, dancehall, we danced no!

Don’t mention capo era yet, still working on my hand stand

Soon was my first Honda then Audi all in one year

I didn’t know Bills, Credit-ors are no respecter of persons, “yours to discover” she mention again, her voice, winter cold

I lost it all and it was back to my life in a single back pack, this time lighter than the first

Welcome back, the army, salvation, said, her voice warmer than, ‘yours to discover’

I walked these streets and saw despair, and for a moment thought, there, ‘yours to discover’ will take care of me

But a voice kept saying, one more day, just one more. So I chose not the streets but that voice

The invite then came and I picked up the phone and made the call to attend the info-session

I was home already when I met Gerry, Ken, Ricky, Ian, Olivia, Kevin, Dominique, Marie, Russell, Josephine, Matt, Danielle, Karverne, Sonia, Krystal, Roy, Errol, Imesia, Sophia, Grace, Tamara, Adrian and 7A’s Phil

Four months on and the contentment I feel in my soul is beyond approach

I am not just a Cook, I am not just a Host, I am not just a Porter, I am not just a Server, neither am I just your House Keeper, I am an ARTIST and these are my canvases, my chosen Paint, Pen, Pencil, Charcoal

Sit back and enjoy my work for today, sky is not the limit, NO! The sky is “YOURS TO DISCOVER”