Three years ago today, at the age of 50, the talent and tragedy of Michael Jackson (1959-2009) came to an end. Jackson was a man who imagined himself as the master of his own destiny, but he never quite found the driver’s seat.
On the day of his death, I memorialized Jackson’s life and death in my poem below.
I am recognized the world over,
but see a stranger in the mirror.
I’m made in the everlasting image of God,
but surgery failed to bring me nearer.
I hide behind a surgical mask,
but everyone sees my pain.
I live in a land of fantasy,
but ghosts are never slain.
I search for joy in childlike things,
but peace eludes my plaintiff quest.
I was crowned by all ‘The King of Pop’,
but never found a place to rest
I destined my life
I stayed in control
I was the master of my fate;
The captain of my soul*