Have you ever watched a snapshot and wished to be in it?

Have you ever watched time and wished to be its tail?

Have you ever watched the birds and hoped for wings?

Have you ever seen eyes you hope for as mirrors?


Like a painting you hang on my every wall

I turn left, I turn right

I look forward, I turn backward

All I see are many paintings of you

Clouding my background

Calling my heart to come right in

So why is there a blocking?

When I push forward Mr. Wall blocks

My entry reminding me of what you are

An extraordinarily beautiful painting on my wall


Every painting of you tells a story,

A story I’d love to listen to until the end

But like a butterfly, time weakens my wings

And I’m left hoping to be the tail of time

Just to hear all those stories to the end

And see your rhythmic walks,

Your inviting lips,

Your welcoming eyes,

Your lovely bosom

And watch time savour your skin little by little

But time closes my eyes as it eats your delicacies

Throwing jealous tantrums while threatening to push me over

And I wonder if its temper one day, will not make him honour his promise


Sometimes I yearn to watch you from up above

As you walk majestically down in your grace

Then I’ll have a proper view of you

And sing great songs about you as you deserve

And shield you from heavenly harm

So I begrudge the birds

Who watch you from above

And have the  decency not to care

Some impudent ones defecating on God’s masterpiece



Just seeing your eyes from afar

Has become a passionate addiction

I wish with all of my soul to have them as my mirrors

My mirrors to perfection,

My mirrors of success,

My mirrors of flawlessness

Mirrors of grave importance

But even from afar, the cruel walls tell

Me of greed reflecting from my eyes

And caution me to keep my distance


What will you have me do?

I could close my eyes too

But how can I shut the eyes of this heart?

Tell me a way to de-activate this background

Tell me how I can get you off my life-like-a-computer’s desktop

And I will easily do it

To be free.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 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. :)

2 replies on “MAKE ME FREE”

This was a great poem I just read on another blog I thought you might enjoy

by Penlateral

They observed the painting and thought

The lines have become smudged
The colours have faded
The canvas is worn thin
The subject matter is jaded
The gilded framework is flaking
The veneer has hints of yellowing varnish
The piece has been moved off centre
The memories of its freshness have tarnished

The painting observed back and noticed:

They have settled steadfast into their roles
Their passion has been replaced with routine
Their relationship ticks by like white noise
Their dialogue follows a repetitive theme
They have lost the effort to impress each other
They are hesitant to approach their state
They were once a picture of perfection
Now perfection has abandoned them to their fate


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