Atrophy – A Reflection

This poem titled Atrophy was authored by Akiane kramarik at age 10 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Four Page 173 “You will need your own copy of this book to view the full text of this poem.  I limit quotes for the purpose of discussion and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes.”

This poem Atrophy consists of four stanzas with three lines each…The photograph I choose for this reflection is a photo taken from my bus on Fire Mountain on Timanfaya National Park…This part of the volcanic mountain is called “The Virgin’s Mantle”…The visual I get when I look at this particular scene from my photograph…Is mother’s in their black Soweto’s fearing the killing of another son in war torn Africa… Timanfaya national park that contains Fire Mountain is located off the coast of Africa…I will now quote from Akiane’s amazing poem…”the last nervous trip escapes my mind muscular life is getting atrophied with each adversity”…Leaving out the rest of this poem to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes for purposes of this review in the form of reflections…The visual I get when I read this poem is of a young person who gets tried by fire and over time grows old…Some young people keep their kind natures and good spirits through old age and many young people change and metamorphosis into someone totally different alien to the gentleness of their innocent youth…Many people become monsters as adults as evidenced by the grotesque metamorphosis of Jeffrey Dahmer from an innocent child to a cannibal monster…It is not possible to pick these monsters out of a crowd for their wicked metamorphosis often remains hidden under many camouflages and guises…These monsters at expert in the dark arts of switching their positions when confronted and playing the victim when in reality they are ravening wolves’ in sheep’s clothing…Through spirits changed by choices badly made many souls become atrophied by sin and vice rendering many lost sheep living dead people with no consciences no empathy and no love of the sacred only love of money status wealth and power…As a thank you for reading this reflection enjoy my version of the song Gimme Hope Jo’Anna by Eddie Grant incorporating part of Johnny Cash’s song God’s gonna cut you down and Drums…………For all holy mother’s around the world particularly mother’s in black Soweto’s this post is for you…………