Conscience stricken,

Defeatism controlled

I thought I saw your contrition

My desolation was the attraction

The wind in you embraced my storm

And exploded, scattering lightning

Which blinded and unblinded

Like a shellfish conquered,

My shell was left ashore

Waiting for a picker to pick

Either to grind, play with or love

Luckily, an adorable little hand picked,

Built a mansion and kept me in

Again, you show asking for clichés

You must be joking,

Bite me twice, and the scar is forever a reminder.

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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