In the deepest part of darkness, as thick as a blanket.
I found light washing away darkness as white as snow in the thickets.
In qualm and sorrow.
I found answers that pierce my heart like an arrow.
My wilderness becomes a paradise of joy.
My sadness becomes a fountain of golden merchandise cloy.
When all the bridges are gone.
I found the power to fly without wings
When I am done.
Flooded in my pains pings.
I found showers of strength beyond human reach around my rings.
I have become insane in my sanity.
I have become thirsty in the abundance of water for my scrutiny.
Sometimes going forward is impervious.
At times staying put, becomes imperious.
Going heretofore comes to be suicidal.
In the meantime, playing your way out comes a call for homicidal.
In all my days I've come to acknowledge.
That all the days are not equal.
In all the trying times I have come to conclude that, all the glitter minerals are not coequal.
In all my years I have come to reason that there would be always sides to a wall.
In the end, whether we fail or succeed in this life it's all part of the learning process.
In the end, whether the timing is wrong or right, we will still count our success.
In the end, death would not spare the rich or the poor, fruitful or fruitless.
In the end death, icy hands would freeze the weak and the strong, the mighty and the downtrodden in curses or blessings.
©® Felix Atta Amoakoh
8/10/22
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