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Cwesey Tawiah Sep 2016
The joy of a heartbreak*

You showed me your heart;
And I fell for the bait.
So like a cat after a mouse,
I kept desperately chasing.

I chose to play it safe,
For I was still not so sure
Whether 'twas you I really wanted.

Your heart looked so fragile;
My emotions raced for it.
I caught hold of it and
Upon my bossom found it rest.

My every breath weighed on it.
It felt every heartbeat of mine.
It became my very comfort,
Listening to my every monologue.

Gradually, it found roots,
becoming a part of my being
I went nowhere without it
Your heart saw the best of me
Prying my every strength and weakness

But then,
I needed your heart to speak for itself.
No longer airing the words of intimacy,
But what it truly bore.
I didn't want a slave's affection,
Forcefully reflecting what I gave it.

So I chose to return your heart
That I may know what was really inside of it.

I did fix your heart where it belonged,
And you requested for mine as well.
Withheld mine I not from you,
For my yearning was to know the true you.

But when you took mine,
The waters began to maelstrom,
The earth began to quake,
The tempest hurled its terror
Yet, I did my best to cling to you,
I kept faith that I wasn't going to fall

And yes! I never fell
Yet my heart was broken
I never let go; but I ended up crashed
For I didn't merely fall, but was plummeted down
It was you who took my heart and ****** it into the storms
The earth smashed it,
The waters drank of its very remains;
I was left empty

You were nowhere to be found
I tried fixing the broken pieces
But my heart could not fit back
It had lost its form,
Drained of its value
And made empty once again

Ye!
You may have done the worst
Yet I do rejoice
You may have caused me grief
But I still wear smiles
Yes! I do rejoice
For this void is being filled again
The vigour of Grace occupies me now
I have been renewed
Never to be cut away
Never to be mishandled

Today I smile and you fathom it not
I laugh and you dare to apologize
It is Grace and not my doing
Its simply Grace.

How joyous I am now!
Heart-broken but for a season.
Joy girds me round because Grace says so.

Its Grace!
Simply Grace!
Cwesey Tawiah Aug 2017
Inspiration births
Wisdom girths
Passion writes
Writer pens
Reader stares
(thru) Critic's lens
Insight dodged
Impact missed
It is not bad being a critic. Nevertheless, receive insight, receive impact before you look through the critic's lens.
Always be a positive critic.

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