YOU AWESOME ART

(In honour of National Poetry Day)

When responsibilities piled on trucks of childhood
And stuck in mud of helplessness
Forcing my fragile pate to hawk its heaviness
Struggling through days into adulthood
I met you

II
While walking on coals on peak heat
Whipped by rains head up
In harmattan of rejection
With walletless pockets
Whose holes showed the nakedness of need
I met you

III
When challenges paved my paths
Through deserts of confidential thirst
And forests of friendless hunger
Chased by hungry tigers of failed dreams
I met you

IV
I fell like a flying bird
Shot by bullets of an angry hunter
Broke my wings in unfamiliar grounds
Where fearful clouds umbrellaed
Messed-with bees in search of their honey
Who did I meet but you?

V
Oh when accusations roped and dragged
Like a heavy sack on thorny lands
Peeling sores to roll call flies
From far and wide
To have pieces, dig to tissues and fly to share
I met you

VI
I have fallen in gutters of shame
Had you wash me clean like a newborn
I have tripped on slabs of temptations
And had you lift me like a hero
I have almost drowned in seas of tears
And had you swim-saving
Who else could make filth beautiful?
Who else could give ink to my whines
Lines to my cravings
Pages to yearnings
And still hide them in personae unknown?
Who else could make pain shared?
Heartache a star-light?
Who else could make a pro
Out of the harmed through words
And grant freedom to mind to forget completely all ills?
None but you
Only you
Wise weavings of words
Poetry!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016