Life,  Non-fiction,  Poetry

The Unknown Mystery: A Poem

What is it about the unknown that we can not know? Why is it that some things must remain a mystery, things we cant know or see?


We live in a world where the dinosaurs roam, but how sure are we that it’s their bones. 

We know that there’s life deep in the sea, but exactly what is a mystery. 

There’s planets and stars in the sky, that we can visually see, but a trip there can never be. 

All we have is our minds that create a vision of the unseen, left to dream up all sort of alien things. 

We have no clue once we take our last breath, what will happen next. What we know is each of our destinies is a lonely death. 

Leaving our loved ones with a daunting task to lay our bodies to a final rest. An unfair and heart breaking task. 
 Why is it that we can not see the face and hear the voice of God who love us so? Just a word from Him and only him can serve as confirmation that we should not fear the unknown

 It would comfort our souls, make it easier to let go, but we are left with the Mystery of the Unknown.

Native of New Orleans, who endured 20yrs cruel Minnesota Cold, I decided at 42yrs old it was time to pack up my then 6yr old and come back to my roots. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a preterm 2lb baby girl born with a disability. With the help of my mother who had her own struggles. We survived the obstacles laid before us. I'm the proud mother of three children with two failed adoptions, as well as a grandmother of three, two grandsons and a granddaughter. I survived two abusive marriages. I successfully ran a soulfood restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I started creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul.  He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute.  I put my all into my cake business over the years as House of Cakes was started right out of my house in honor of him. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, foster/adoptive mother at that, being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me in a sense; but most of it poisoned my heart and soul. I had a broken heart and I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home,  myself, my New Orleans. I'm here and I'm loving it. Even being in the so called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up! I'm down in the boot, but I know I have a nice floppy hat awaiting my destiny...

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