God,
it’s been three
years of floating, groping
for a cloud to hold on to, to stand on
to catch a glimpse of you
God, its been three
long days of wanting, praying stretching
for a rope to hang on, to gasp on
to catch a glimpse of you
God, you must be tired God
of all the names I’ve called you crouched
making myself invisible enough for your invisibility
you aren’t? tired? of my yelling
God. my crying. God. my stamping. God. my
God.
i have vowed i will not call your name any longer
that it weighs too heavy on my tongue
that it breathes too much of my little air
yet here i am. breaking vows.
God.
A Happy New Year. Whatever your plans are this year, no matter what you want, may it not be a farther feet from God. Keep stretching.
And thanks for keeping me stretching. Your views and comments made my last year.
©Awo Twumwaah 2019.
Afua Awo Twumwa 