FOR BETTER FOR WORSE


Sorry she doesn’t like invalids.

But, you are not dead to be dismissed,

He said with hope in his eyes, to his friend.

Yes, I am not dead to be dismissed
Am just a wounded soldier
Am I not better than a dead lion, he asked.

A caged bird;
Am worth two in a bush.

Like fish caught in an inescapable net,

Adversity knocked, on his doors.

He craved for death, but for the sake
Of his kids and family, he refused to let it go

Love kept him believing
Love made him stronger

The love of family and friends.

The profound weight of his pain and

Anxiety were wearing her soul down.

The writing on the wall, predictable
The look in her eyes, hidden behind

Pretensions and impatience.

Where is the love

Where is the care

How she had forgotten her own creed;
For better for worse.

She dismissed him like a corpse;

Leaving him, helpless in a wheel chair.

Maybe she needed love so great, to fill in

Her own, dried reservoir of hope and care.

salt and light

Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi

Winning is Internal


You have been through so much
Wounded and bruised on all sides
Standing at the edge of this cliff;
Feet slipping with disturbing thoughts
The world is a narrow path, dotted
With uncertainties and cruelty
A terrain, victory so unpredictable
Coup de grace may seem the only option
You, you have the warriors ethos in you
Shield thy heart from the volcanic ramblings
Forlorn hope, in frontal attack, come what may;
Conquering your personal demons and fears
You win, from the inside out!

Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi

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