Caged by the dark,
Four concrete corners
An obedient slate roofing
And married to my thoughts
Also saddened by boredom,
She appeared and lifted what I feared
II
She decreed!
That, none can make me drown
But me
That, I need to make use of my legs
To feel
That, life really has no tight confinement
But ones made by minds
And the chain of boredom
Got broken
II
That heart, calling always from within
Leaves my shores
Leaving me a shadow hidden
In the windows of my thoughts
I’m grumbling at the good
Why? Selfishness of possession!
Why? Fears of loneliness
Why? Fear of mental arrest!
IV
I can’t wait!
For the good beast with flying hands
To land you safely after your feat
I pray
For the servant master to heed
The call of your destination
Instead of the Bermuda Triangle
And bring you back to my jail
So my heart can hail
You are a butterfly of smiles,
My wings torn from my straps
I know I’ll walk until your return
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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