Many pots go to the stream and return
Pots and water intact
Why did you have to go all the way to the stream
Fetch, labour to carry
Walk nine moons to reach
Pour the water in its rightful barrel
Only to take a short stroll to shatter into unpieceable pieces?
Many might comfort themselves
With “the one who fetches water breaking the pot” adage
But I still wish I could piece the cracks
Piece them together!
You make me want to chase after him
Or is it her?
No, it definitely must be an it!
It is only a monster which chases with no step sounds!
It is only a monster which battles in myth!
It is only a monster which bites into earthly angels without being seen!
It is definitely a monster whose coming even beats thieves!
Oh hands of mine!
Why hath thou no eyes on your fine fingers?
Why hath thou no claws with spiritual Bluetooth or tracker
To track down this beast
To open its unending mouth
To take out this angel?
We have been rained on by madness of thoughts of you
We are facing the hottest sunlight of your loss
Our emotions melting like Shea in our vessels
We are battling an accursed whirlwind
Which acted hawk to steal you from under our wings
Throwing dust of pain in our eyes
Rivers of tears are gathering into a sea
Of not knowing how to get over you
But aren’t small ships set with our names on it?
Aren’t we eventually going to meet in the belly of the earth?
Aren’t we all, no matter how skilled
Being hunted in this jungle called life?
I know you’ll frown at this
But what can I do in this state?
You believed in an angelic you even in the trap of death
You believed in thanksgiving no matter happenings around us
You believed in a God of perfection whose biography knows no mistake
You believed, believed in a realm of zero sorrow
So our tantrums end in respect
Respect for you, and wishes of yours
Angel Stella, fly higher
Strengthen your wings and cover us and your little ones in protection
Until time bridges our distance
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 10, 2018