bon voyage

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


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


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!


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

By amoafowaa

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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