ENCHANTING BLISS

I look at her
She who was thought ugly
Now nearing a time deemed wriggly
And I can’t help but her beauty unbear
Why ugliness stood out of her beauty
…is something age is yet to answer

II
I look at her
Strong from many broken pieces
One who lived under losses as bosses
And walked through chaos to find peace
Still struggling from sudden intellectual dumbness
And I ask how is the mighty fallen?

III
I look at her looking at me
Loved up while her sun is near setting
Wanting nothing but an oblivion that is settling
And I see matured immaturities
…forming fulfilments in an uncertain setting

IV
I say this is life
Life lived in lies, loss and love
I say these are eyes
Eyes which saw not importance but fickle
…until late
This is she
She who is me in matured miles
If this mirror had hidden me as I hid me
…under piles of insults and excuses
I wouldn’t have found me
In this enchanting bliss
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©Dec. 1, 2024