SCREAMS

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
This is for the thorn nest
That turned midwife to my royal thoughts

II
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
This is for the many broken and weak birds
I came to find
And those who came to meet my caring gaze

III
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggg
This is for the tiresome years
I built a safe nest
Which tore under our weights
As I tried to be the stone which killed two birds
Saving the falling
And patching the torn

IV
Oooooooooooooooooooooo
Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
This is for the sweats which ate themselves
For lack of water

V
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
This is for my ‘bad seed’
I struggle to mend
While pulling my thorn nests filled with complaining mouths
Who have no way of pulling their wits
To decrease my load

VI
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
This is for the difficulty in breathing
The difficulty in smiling
The difficulty in pretending my face gets all

VII
I sure have the right to scream
Screaming to lose some of the vapours of depression
Like flying waters in an uncomfortable saucepan which sits on a hot coal
Lose some of the vapours of pain
Some of the vapours of confusion
And battles on legs of strong battalions
With this little me
I need to scream
And scream I have
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015