LED TO YOU

It started like the whirlwind

Shifted from darkness by an unknown steam

This barrel wept seas of tears

 

And complained of being taken away by the wind

Now I cannot imagine your broad beam

As you looked into my steps in a few years

 

There were heavy barrels which capsized in the beam

There were lighter ones which over turned before the steam

There were those like me who’s content spilled and had no tears

 

But here I am, I say you’re kind

And can’t shed my broad beam

Thank you for leading me to you.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014