Lost my coat of many colours and feeling naked

The mantle of a fairytale marriage

I wore a coat of many colours

The colour of a husband,

The father

The provider

The good son in law

The spiritual head

Tatters remain now,

Piece for piece, it had been stripped away.

Neither husband nor son in law

The provision not enough

Spiritually perhaps I will find a different god from the one I knew

I feel naked and tired.

one piece of coloured cloth remains

that of the father

perhaps faded in my childrens eyes

Stitching a new coat together from what remains

adding new colours I hope to find some vibrancy and identity

I know I cannot do it alone

The threads provided by a support system I stand in amazement of

From the East Rand to the Eastern Cape

From the West Rand to the posse who have never read this blog who span across to the Western United states

From the Northern Suburbs to the Netherlands.

To my Boet and M.

To my precious and fragile little ones.

I thank you all. It is good to know I have never walked alone.