Disarrayed, confused and numb, my roots have been subdued by pretence.
The daily façade has stripped me of who I am within and who I must strive to be.
Cannot my aspirations coexist with my very being or must they remain estranged forever?
In search for more I have rejected my Mother and tried to erase her from my memory,
Yet, she is revealed through my brown skin and curly hair, acting as an incessant reminder.
Countless times I have tried to forget her and start anew,
But my reflection in the mirror always acted as a bridge between us- calling me home to her.
An imposter within my own world, the hurt and longing surmounts my fear of her rejection.
Cowering at her feet and begging for forgiveness – my soul calls to her,
A majesty within the Indian Ocean, whose secrets hold such darkness,
Yet it is in this dark abyss of her history that I gain my strength to find myself again.
For only a single look at Le Morne, my soul beckons me home.
Her clear blue waters glistening under the luminous sun- her ethereal beauty.
For it is through the power of her waters that I am reminded of who I AM.
As my skin meets her mystical waters, she heals my tormented soul from chaos-
Cleansed from insecurities and stripped from the mask I was wearing for far too long.
Her waters reveal to me secrets from the past, of tortured souls longing for freedom and hope,
Traversing through space and time, I allow myself to simply let go and trust in her.
Acting as a bridge between PAST and PRESENT, I feel the presence of my forebears,
Giving me strength, lifting me up and rejoicing as we bask in the glory and beauty that is US.
One touch of her mystical waters and I feel the connection that I so desperately needed-
A reminder that I am not alone.
Floating on her waters, squinting to open my eyes from the glaring sun, I am overcome.
Graced with the view of the clear blue sky, mirroring her clear blue waters- a gift from God.
Realising that if I should ever get lost, I ought to look up to the Heavens to find myself again.
