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The Sightful Caruthers Tetteh

Mama, I have seen a miracle
A miracle which walks eyelessly eyeful
An inspirational walking miracle
Whose tail has been held by life
And used as bait to be placed in a jungle of hardships
Mama, but you can’t believe how hardship hides from this soul
On its very grounds

II
Mama, I am in awe
Watching a wondrous in closed eyelids
Go higher than supposed eyefuls
And beating them to seeing
Who turns curses to blessings so beautiful in a typhoon of misfortunes?
Who knows so very much with just a world of imagination?

III
Mama, I am like a stone struck by an awakening lightning
Do I have a choice to whine
When this wonder stands in line?
Do I have a voice to cry
When this black star refuses to sigh?
Do I have the right to weakness
When this soul exudes mountains of strength?
Mama, please see through my shock
The laurels I never see by day in a whole!
I am in awe
Watching a sightless sighting of a great he
A great he who will be all that he wants
No matter the prison bars of limitations
Placed on him by this cruel earth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 29, 2018

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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