I was the rotten wood
Which water lifers used as food
Water determined where I stood
Would’ve fled if I could
But I had not the power
On the water, you shouted
In your fuming loudest
“Do you wish to be the haunted?”
He went in his slowest
And you picked me up
Your soothing balm,
Your seeing me as the palm,
Makes me recite the happy chapters of Psalms
I will always run to your arms
My lover, friend and saviour.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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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