From fists of fate
…fly flies of falsehoods
Forking flocks
Flipping farces
Frosting feet to fear defeat

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!

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

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

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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