
He
Smiled bright
Sending flights
Of blood
To crush
Within
II
He
Called me
From angles
And I rushed
Thinking not
To his feet
III
He
Used me
As his rag
And threw me out
Only to pick me up
After I was washed clean
IV
Now
I have seen
With my own eyes
The light that beckon
And I’ve made him my foot mat
Why does he wince like a wounded girl?
V
Move
Or stay?
Whatever his decision
I could care less
I’m stepping
And step, I must
He no longer blocks my sky
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
13 replies on “BLOCKED SKY”
Reblogged this on A Thought…A Tune…An Image and commented:
Words and images. :o)
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Thank you very much St-Manuel. Blessings.
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You’re welcome.
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🙂
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That one has pain in it.
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I know. But what is life without pain. We take solace in pain ending in gain someday. Thanks for your comment. Blessings.
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Beautiful, dear Cecilia and Julia xo
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Thank you very much. Blessings.
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Reblogged this on galesmind and commented:
Architectural poetry I love it. Please see my poetry series Obsessesed you may like it.
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I surely will Gale. Thank you. Blessings.
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Reblogged this on Mamamaitri and commented:
Cecilia, dearheart…brilliant poetess I’ve discovered and kindled anew friendship with here on WP. She asked if she could use my photos as inspiration for her work to which I humbly said yes. Here is one result of this new match I am grateful for. May you enjoy her brilliant offerings. Namaste.
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And you be blessed for your great contributions. Thank you dear Julia.
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☺☺☺☺
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