Categories
LIFE POETRY

AS I STAY IN THE BELLY OF THE ROSE

Rose

I have reached the middle of a rose

Through the bushes

And all the thorns

Seeking more colour to brighten

Seeking more scent to attract

I pray the Sky gives its nurturing

II

I need the sun in gentle doses

I need the breeze like livers need breath

I need the rain in moderate doses

To flourish and ripe in beauty and sweetness

And leave for the corridors of the heavens

To see the whole structure of the earth

III

I might be pecked by pests for nectar

I might be crushed by feet in the dark

I might be struck by winds and thunder

But I am here

And I pray for the best

As I stay in the belly of a rose

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. :)

12 replies on “AS I STAY IN THE BELLY OF THE ROSE”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s