I shot my mirror for showing a horror
…in my corridor today
Now I miss the beautiful side of me it reported
…and carry the stains on me needing cleaning

I threw my machete deep into a river out of anger
After it missed some shrubs and thorns
…in a desert I’d found myself
Look at me now
…with thorn bites which promise scars
…I’ll have to live with forever

So let thinking precede your actions
In most situations
Reflexes can deflect to hit to maim
Your tools are part of your protection
…oh some humans are tools too
So hold them tight even if you’re challenged by anger
For the real danger lies hidden
…hoping to pounce at your disarmed self
Once you blame your tools and throw them away
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 3, 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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