My pain goes down to point
And I feel nothing
My heart bleeds
But it clots too fast
My feelings bounce
Like first harmattan rains on desert floors
But they flee like birds migrating to unknown lands.
Sometimes my soul cries with such violence
I cannot understand how my wails depart
I feel the pain should last longer
I want to be broken
I want to see pity in your eyes
But my ego will not permit me to be so weak.
I want to cry when I cry
There is too much strength in my weaknesses
Because in each tear that falls I know I am building my endurance
Because I am strong.
WRITER- KWAKU GYAMFI- threesixtyGh writer and contributor.