Please purge, protect
…and power me to peace
As I ply places prone to precariousness
Pack me up to persevere
…so I don’t park in pessimism
Placate my heart to put perks on powerful past memories
To pause in between problems to play
II
For living limits light
…as love locks
Love limits listening
…as loss loosens up to disappointments
And hearts heat up to hatred
…as new hypes horn
So prep me up to peace
…as time ticktocks to torture
III
I’m after all a human
…set to rot
A fact known from my borrowed cot
Without an iota of hope
…not even a dot
So make my moments count
And my weaknesses bearable
To fit into the world I must leave behind
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 5, 2020
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