4 – Winding Paths

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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