Even rejects’ success hurts
Not witchcraft, pure humanity
Not wanting and aiming to keep somehow
Is pure humanity
They have a name for it:
Selfishness
But honesty of these feelings
Spell maturity
And that maturity brings respect
Respect for the self
And blessings for the future
So feel all you want
But love the growth of your rejects
And let them soar
By emptying your heart
In truth, humility and love
Then pain will evaporate
Giving the soul its freedom
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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