From fists of fate
…fly flies of falsehoods
Forking flocks
Flipping farces
Frosting feet to fear defeat
II
So hurdles win our wealth
As our hardwork is buried in our insecurities
Making us part of hurdles’ owned
Just because firmness fires not from the graves of our hearts
If only we can be brave!
III
So you’ll see mansions’ owners
Hiding away in corners
…on the floor
As problems cross their legs on their couches
Defeat snores in sleep on their beds
As hurts turn them punch bags
…boxing them like their training equipment
If only we can be brave
IV
In defeat is a seat on
…or under
Where you choose to sit
…determines whether you’ll win or lose
Celebrating losses through tears
…and awakening
Blasts through the hurts faster than normal
We can all embrace our odds
If only we can be brave
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 1, 2020
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