What will it amount?
I ask what? What at all will it amount?
If we fall only once and get crippled?
If I am a print in book,
When crumpled by the ruthless
I aim to show and embrace minds
When I get burnt,
I pray my shadow moves me from mind to mind
To work more than a book ever will
What will it amount to?
What at all will it amount to
If we fall and never rise?
Victory does not only hold swords or spears
Victory does not only hoard hurts in words
Victory is impact
And impact is like a one way door and window, un-returnable
That is what I need
What at all will it amount to?
If a little fall cripples and rots?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
(Photo credit; Shika Nornoo)