A TRAVELLING TRAVELLER

I’ve come from far

Far, far from alien lands

I swam from the ocean of life

Onto a hardened ground

Sans clothes, sans pride

Tears being my only escape

 

I slept, then sat, then stood

Then walked, then took to my heels

And I’m still running

From a toddler, I jumped into childhood

Then stole my way into tenaging

When my parents weren’t looking

 

I stepped boldly into adulthood

And I’m dawdling, wanting to stay here

But I’ve realised that I’m a traveller

With travelling heels embedded in my being

I move even in my sleep

And fear takes me closer to the next level

Which I dread until I move downer.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014