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.
Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi