Someday,
I’ll walk my life away
I’ll be seized from seeing day
Somehow,
I’ll shed this skin and bow
I can no longer chew my favourite cow
And
These bones, these knuckles
These stones will come off
This water
These nails
This blood will dry off
Some day
It will all make way
So why must I live with my thoughts slaying?
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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2 replies on “BEING CAREFUL”
When I read your poetry, it is like drinking water from a well.
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Thank you very much mentor. Glad you always have my back.
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