THE STOREY OF YOU (FOR WORLD POETRY DAY)

I came to you straight from life’s hellish oven

With a soul brutalised and so very grief shaken

I came to you like a tired lamb

With my neck in offering

On feet so rebellious because of needs and pain’s whips

You held me, soothed me, and magically mended my callouses

Like a gentle ice on a burning wound

II

I sat in you with a shattered heart

A clubbing head with a vengeful hat

But days drained it all in your powerful words

Every ink cleansing my bleeding soul

Every hugging word exorcising my anger

Every line planting sanity in the dessert of my brain

Every stanza planting humanity in the pores of my skin

III

I lived in you like a fool turned tool

Yet you used me not as your stupid bull

But as a blessed head linked to a flowing hand

Mending my name from the dents of shame

Strengthening my muscles for battling rings of life

Shaving furry out of my hurry

Oh you mystical angel in an art!

IV

Purity in you is my loving find

Love of you is carved in my grateful mind

You are the piece of peace life has given

On my famished chaotic plate

That cool rain in my days of drought

So I will forever worship your existence:

P-O-E-T-R-Y, goddess of my artistic musedom!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 21, 2018