…sometimes I don’t know what to do with apologies, you know ? Do I keep them on a shelf like trophies or use them as a ladder (what we call experience) ? Either way,I don’t know… Neither feels right.
-The Prodigal Returns
Photo credit:@islandbiophotography on ig
We pray and don’t listen.
And then we listen and don’t pray.
I feel a drift within
An uncertainty like how deep the sea really is?
It’s wavy out here
And I’m scared
Scared of the dots I can’t put together
The photographs of still times are scattered across the oceans
And I wonder, will the images ever move again?
Will laughter still echo?
What will the waves swallow….
the echoes of our love and laughter could be heard miles from the capital
It was wavy out there for a while
Our hearts paradoxically racing with fear and love
Our minds awandering in the twirls of the cold night
With the hope of a warm embrace
The shackles of confusion broken by the power of love
The bond of loyalty and truth etched forever in our hearts
Never again shall we walk this path
Never again shall we be adrift of each other
Let it be known that we brewed our love in the pots of our hearts
Laughter will surely echo
As we walk the waves
To the path of the original family’s ” Always and Forever”.
© Nii Sowah Khartey 2k17
Original photography: Bryan
just do nothing.
and wanting to be something you’re not.
let my eyes be,
and my mind return to what it once was.
you make everything difficult.
you seek for stars between the sky and earth.
you set fires in fields,
then celebrate to see a shoot which survived your carnage.
you turn whispers to shouts
and pain to elation.
you change my mind,
and paint my heart in your colours.
The taste lingers in my mouth and my lips feel dry…
Mucus,gathering in my throat doesn’t feel quite right yet.
But I take another drag on my cigarette,
Watching insignificant blue smoke curl up,
higher and higher into nothingness.
White smoke rushes out,
masking my vision.
But that’s fine, I feel more in control now.
Tapping against the coaster.
Settling more comfortably into my seat,
I see clearly through the screen of my own creation.
What matters truly and what doesn’t,
What the years will do to you and what moments can unravel.
I sit here, bathed in white.
And in those moments,
Image courtesy of Google
You see,that’s the thing, we’ll never be rid of Shadows simply because, we abide in the light.