As existence of breezes
Is seen in the dance of a tree
I wish you dance in my hair or body
For all to see
You hidden monsters in my arteries!
You surely make me a walking corpse
In a walking stalk
Not that you care
Haven’t I looked for plasters to you seal?
If only sentimentalism could be counted in drops in drunken bottles!
If only pain can be counted in drops of tears!
If only hurts can walk rightly through complaints and bitterness!
If only clouds on my sky could be seen
In the realm of my melancholy!
If only these storms in my heart
Could tear its mask of internalism!
If only the carvings of life’s painful times
Could decorate this skin for a visible exhibition!
If only faking smiles could turn over
The tides of slippery shame in these veins!
If only abusing work would poison these internal typhoons!!!
I might look the part of life’s rightful garbage
But here I stand
A fly looking like a bee
An ant fighting elephants in this deceitful grass called earth
Here I am
Life’s taunt in my haunted self
A soul cursing out body sealed with talents
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 18, 2018