PRIDE TO DEATH’S FALL

The fingers of days have connived with that of months
Joined in by hours and minutes, seconds and nano-seconds
Crowned by years to selectively
Choose the best part of this heart
To dig foundations of pain
Building storeys of unforgettable loss through grave deprivation
But I tell you today
You will search from my hair to carpets of my soles
You will never find even the shadow of my pride!

II
Yes, you can harvest tears from me!
Yes, you can milk fears from my guts!
Yes, you can break my joints to make me kneel
But I say and say again
You will never find even the shadow of my pride!

III
The celebratory thing to me
And annoying thing to you
Is the fact that it hides not!
It parades and catwalks
Shoos and orders
Stands regally saucily
But you can find not its shadow
Talk less of touch the helm of its determined apparel!

IV
So go on and bring it on!
I won’t ask for mercy and won’t ask for stoppage!
I won’t wear a pity
And won’t scent tiredness!
I know you have no ears
But I still have my breath
So fire your uncountable bullets of hurty challenges
Through the gun of life
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 29, 2018