When I wore spectacles of innocence
And wore the clothes of fancy daydreams
When I walked the grounds seeking swift knights
And had the smile of complete trust
When I walked in authority
Thinking dreams could be commanded
When I had the shape of a perfect heart
And had a mind untainted by bitter experiences
I thought all leaves medications
All fruits edible
All liquids quencher of thirsts
All wings lendable
And all fins borrowable
Until bees of realism stung
Horrors of nightmares showed on gigantic thought screens
Hands of disappointments slapped like hands of high soldiers
Unwrapping fruits of deceits
Arrows of pain pierced
Horses of hatred raced
As echoes of failures danced
Bouncing on stones with teasing strokes
Even the attractive moon that pampered
The glowing star-companions I worshipped
Are suspects of ill machination collaborators
Against my steps
How many steps did it take to get here?
Are they retractable?
How many breaths did it take to get this far?
Are they undoable?
How many pinches have I so far by needles life?
This pained agony considered sweetly sour!
Life is a live coal to some
And a soft carpet to some
Unfairness lives only in name
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015