CHANGE IN NEED

I am shedding my clothes of sadness
Here I am
Standing stark naked
Awaiting your layers of seconds to fix scars of yesteryears
Your minutes to fix heartbreaks of your predecessors
Your hours to act as underwears of success
Your days to fix all premature greys
Your months to put on me clothes of dignity
To help change the narrative

II
I am telling no stories of doom
I am wearing no countenance of gloom
I refuse calls of devastation
So create me anew!
Even if the blessed be few
I need to be among
This soul needs no more deaths
Even Ghostly bodies need some bones of hope
To thrive on
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 31, 2018

Tags HOPE, POETRY.

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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