POETRY

DETERMINED

I have jumped through the windows of my heart
After its doors were shut by pain
…and the keys thrown into the sea of disappointment

II
I have maneuvered through the ceiling of my mind
After its doors and windows
…were nailed unopenable
…by hounds of hurts

III
I have shed the skin of my spirit
…bleached the sadness of my soul
Scrubbed the pain of my body
Putting ears and eyes and heartbeats on each
In wait for you

IV
All you need is a little call
…a soft whistle
…a gentle knock
…a small wave
…a knowing smile
And one will join one to remain one
…blending heartbeats
…with the clapping of headbeats

V
So make an effort
And like a ghost or a spirit
…a scare or a fair
Appear
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 28, 2019

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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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