What are the ingredients of your tears?
Whatever that lives to feed off your emotions
Whatever that flies to peck on your happiness
Whatever that sails to fish out your laughter
…with the gun of your mind
What are the ingredients of your fears?
A poor future?
A lonely life?
Lies stripped to truth?
Whatever that lives to act base of your fears
Whatever that lives to act dough in your fears
Whatever that lives to garnish your fears
…with the strength of the knowledge that
…nothing does live forever
…not even you talk less your pesty fears
So play happy to kill your sadness
Play strong to kill your weaknesses
Play busy to kill off your loneliness
Play rich to drown poverty in a pool of positivity
Antonyms kill their opposite emotions
…than their synonyms
So play the deviant until you ripe
…on this tree of life
So you can rightfully be plucked
…in a welcome harvest
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 11, 2019