WHEN FAME TURNS SHAME

Fame abounds on the humble

Like fire on light ice

It makes the ice so hot

Parched throats fear to touch

But those feeling the cold weather

Get to use the hot water for coffee or tea

Neglecting the thoughts of its original state

Many might have loved to sip it

It might have wanted to quench thirst

Which kills faster than cold

 

In quenching the cold,

The heart of the cold water

Crying in the hotness turns cold

Then annoyed, then ruthless

And starts tearing itself bit by bit

Until it comes back to normalcy

Only to realize that its initial environs

Eliminated its existence

When the wings of fame took it

So it hangs no where

Until it evaporates

Then fame becomes shame.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

 

This poem is dedicated to people who attain fame and are exploited, only to self destruct hoping to get into their original places. They tend to realise too late that fame takes their authenticity and so they can never fit in their original places. So ice is symbolic of their original state, and the hotness is when they attain fame.