Striving from the stone quarry, amidst heat
Amidst hunger, kneeling at pain’s feet
And thinking of poor younger ones
I run marathons, sold my soul
Kissed dirty feet and dined
With pigs who like the
Wicked, snorted
Retorted
Kicked me
Hard
II
I still struggle so much to wriggle free
But it seems Satan needs company
And will stop at nothing to harm
Harm and pull me like star
From the sky, shatter
My past and seize
My future goal
I’m striving
Hard
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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8 replies on “STRIVING (ETHEREE)”
Bless you sweetie. I hope this message finds you well. 🙂
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I am well. Thank you and bless you too.
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AMAZING!!!
As always your words and craft lure me in like a mystic fog only to dissipate and reveal true genius!
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Awwww! Thank you very much.
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You seem to have developed a new intensity in your poetry. I’ve been thoroughly enjoying it.
When things get bad for me, my poetry takes off. I hope you’re doing alright. Much love, Cecilia. ❤
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Johnny, you seem to be my soul thinker from afar. Thank you. I know the hot water cannot boil forever, it’ll cool. It’ll be well, thanks for realising.
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Sure thing! Always here if you need me. Remember that!
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Thank you very much. I’m so grateful for these extended arms. Blessings.
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