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)

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