GRIND YOUR PAST (HAIKU)

I

Grind the hurtful past

Into a debris of dust

Walk on in comfort

II

The winds will see fit

It’s route of traceless exit

Once you are long gone

III

Even pigs eat far

From their defecation zone

To give life respect

IV

Many eyes will look

Many lazy pens will book

Ignore pap’razi

V

Stars shine bright in dark

Not in flawless bright day light

So put up a fight

VI

I loath my dark past

So I grind them into dust

And gladly walk on

VII

There are the whirlwinds

Which give them life to stand tall

Sometimes, to haunt you

VIII

Even that affair melts

They die sooner in their scare

Face it square and fair

IX

Waves aid beings to walk

Run, jump, turn rightly on seas

For fun and to land

X

So I entreat you

To walk on its dust or play

Sea games to reach land

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014