SEEDS OF COMPOSURE

When your cup of conscience fills up
And your cross of caution flares up
When your class of choices fall under
And your chores of crises flip ugly
Your deeds will uproot your seeds of composure
…and it’ll not be pretty

II
You sure can hide the horrors in the dark
You sure can hoard the hideous in the dark
You sure can hail the hurts in your dreams
You sure can have the hottest in your dares
But when your deeds fill up
Your seeds of composure will be uprooted
…and it’ll not be pretty

III
For there are hearts which can stand their wickedness
There are heads which can store their wrecks
There are heights which can stretch their wrongs
There are heavies which can scatter their weapons, others not so much
Be sure not to let your seeds of composure rot or turn upside down
For when it does
…it will not be pretty

IV
Eyes will roll to sell all of you
Noses will sniff naught to bell on you
Tongues will wag well to tell on you
And ears will wax up to listen
If your seeds of composure is uprooted
When your seeds of composure rots
Many things will go wrong
…oh so wrong
And it will not be pretty
…not in your mind’s eyes
…not in your head’s thoughts
…not in your heart’s plot
And certainly not in your well-being
So be sure to weigh your capacity
…in order to act your part
…in this thing called life
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 14, 2021