this golden heart of yours
does this world deserve it?
I needn't wait for the sun to rise
when I know your smile
exists.
At your door,
I receive a blessing,
a scolding,
a berating too.
In such youthful ignorance,
I brushed past the healing properties
that placed my mind at ease
and instead
placed myself under pressure.
In an attempt to alleviate
your own burdens,
I created more of my own
but they would never stay my own
They became yours.
In feeble pursuits
to change the world
as we know it
in a matter of
minutes
hours
days
I was losing time in this world with you
I am at my mother's door.
a barrage of arrows
you've endured
across this part of your lifetime
at times I marvel
I gasp
at the sublime
such a flurry had been
and has been
Weathered because of
I
Yet even in the eye of the storm
never more the trough of a tsunami
at my mother's door
I'll be sure to find sure remedy
To set this world alight
is a mandate of mine
to keep you warm
but you would
tell me to
put it out
such as you are
and as such you always
will be
my very being
is alas only a half
of yours
yet you remain
within me wholly
Edward Adonteng 