A PLACE TO BLOOM

In the winds of sorrow
It seems there’s no tomorrow
In the rain of despair
It seems there’s no repair
Amidst the storms of loss
Bitterness or self pity acts boss
But clouds which refuse to rain
…faze

II
In the hollow of sorrow
Our thoughts, by worry, are borrowed
Through deserts of sadness
Many a pain gain a harness
Amidst the discomfort of dejection
All help seems like rejection
But some sun rays penetrate some dark clouds
…to amaze

III
So I’ll fall but never bed that ground!
I will slip but won’t make it my trip!
I’ll shake but won’t let that break me
I’ll hurt but I won’t let that make me fret
…or dazed

IV
For a broken tower calls the best architects
As torn clothes call a dressmaker
A broken vehicle calls on a fitter
As sick bodies call for doctors
So fall I will but stand I must
To walk through the sphere of doom
To a place where I can possibly bloom
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 11, 2021