There are sounds which are better not made
There are scars better left under skirts of decorum
Just a stick prick, and an infection occurs
Old songs of sadness are best left unsung
II
Care is knowing the hurt path
And leaving it to grow weeds of forgetfulness
Love is seeing the painful clothing
And covering it with wool of laughter
Tenderness is wiping off pity makeups
Upon seeing a troubled soul
There sure is no grace in acting reminder
Of a pain struggling to be forgotten
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 9, 2019
