4 – Winding Paths
From the Numbered Collection
Somewhere Along the road my parents forged I took a misstep Onto a path where chaos reigns
At first I was wildly uncomfortable Constantly seeking a way back To the voices of my mothers The hands of my father
Then I noticed how closely loneliness clung to me And mistook our downward ascension For love
Now this venture to the bottom At the end of this short road Seems the only one I know The only one I deserve.
© Ama Akoto (2018)