A pain after another
…after another
…after another?
…each is a journey you had to travel through
To your home heart

For some flowers face floors
…taste feet in defeat
And are passed from loving hands
…to hateful ones
But their seeds may stumble on good soil
And die to live to glorify
Nothing dies to live like a heart
…in multiplicity
So cope for hope
Don’t elope to oblivion
Thinking inexistence a better existence
A fruit plucked by ripe hands
…gets the celebration of tongue pores
And stands a better chance of reincarnation
…than those plucked by angry winds
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 23, 2020

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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