Home (Co-written by Afrifa)

How do I start this poem

Without breaking into two

Into what it is and what should be

I came here to find a home

Far away from demons that haunt me at night

I thought it would be easy……

Skyscrapers, beautiful girls and beautiful beaches.

Yet there is something about this new home

That reminds me of the old one.

Last night I cried as I stood awake

Trying to recount how it went wrong

And each time it made no sense.

How did heaven become a town

Where angels cry all day

While God is quiet

Wandering the corridors at night

How did skyscrapers all come down at my feet

While wondering how to rebuild

A home away from home

The picture of the old and the new

All bend to fit perfectly like a bad dream

How do I end this poem

Without asking myself if it is a poem

My expectations of an easy life…

Boy how far wrong can I be

Nowhere cool, yet this is different

There you pick your battles, here you are the battle

And when I lay up at night, deprived of sleep

I long to be home

Then I remember, what they say

Home is where the heart is

Yes I thought it will be easy..

Skating parks, underground malls and bullet trains

I yearn to create a balance

Between the past and the future

Staring at the snowy skies

Wondering how I got here.

Now I no longer dream as a child

The picture of old and new, now merge in fine details

A young man running his hand over his face

Shaping his tears into joy

with a sunny future in his hair.

This poem is from THE QUIETIST. Copies of THE QUIETIST are still available on Amazon and in Ghana