TO THE UNSEEN ANGRY EYES

Mirrors show all
Beauty, normal and wrong
But can’t see the colour of their back
Just as path makers see no back crookedness
So is a soul like mine
Without back eyes
Please walk into the light
And make clear
The wounds inflicted from my walking boots

II
Fallibility is my right by birth
Reflection is my conscience scarf
Rectification is my antidote
Care is my safe shield forward
Only factor for fix-action;
Knowledge
So step into the clip of my pupils
To make visible
The wounds nursing bitterness
In my unknown pot
Placed in the centre of your heart
Burning you incommunicado

III
Empty the dirty drum in cleanliness
And fill it drop after drop
The happy tears of dawn
Clear the fog of pinching
And make way for the sun
Transient ones hoard no hatred
All mobile excuse foot steppings
Who knows which foot will stray
In this realm where darkness is a stakeholder?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) October 2016