This is me
A gem wrapped in problems unending
Trapped from a catapult
And thrown straight into a gun
Only to be found in a bomb
Burning all but the pained me
II
This is me
Who sailed as an unwanted canoe
Only to be broken apart to become paddles
Used on a broken canoe which drowned at sea
Is it a little wonder I was found by deep sea divers
And paraded as antiques
To be watched by many?
III
This is me
Unpolished but revered
A thread which hangs from poverty to wealth
Wealth whose health blesses me only with crumbs
This is me
A bore to my very core
A sore to my glowing law
A chore to my open door
IV
This is me
As tiredness on an uncaring earth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia Β© September 12, 2023
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“This is me” is tender, and I suspect there is much more to You than this poem captures. You echo what is true about the human experience: “a gem wrapped in problems unending.”
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