For so long, I had these enormous wounds

in my soul, only one heals gradually...

the self-confidence weakness,

another begins to heal,

unforgiveness

In my lifetime, I have been

a shadow clothed with wounds,

my soul limps most of the time

because there's something,

forgiving someone is like stabbing

with a dagger,

my spirit bleeds from the stabs

of unforgiveness,

this is not imagery, this is the truth

My soul has always been clenching its fist,

but today,

as the truth sleeps on paper

in the humility of words,

the wound begins to heal slowly

and second wound, becoming extinct

by the friendliness of time,

tears fill the eyes of my soul in relief,

too much hatred,

it's being eradicated, eliminated

by the truth,

my heart is getting light,

lighter and lighter

the bleeding stops...

slowly

and strength seems to return,

forgiveness

but slowly

I remember this enormous sin

I keep repeating everyday,

and I feel sorry for myself

but I must hold my head up high,

to be De-graft Afful Jr.,

the lion that was, when Josephine

came into my life,

the good guy who has always

been good...if not for this dismal side

which is being overthrown

gradually.

                                          By Kakraba Afful