He was a happy child.
Living happily in the comfort of his mom.

He had all he always wanted and never had the reason to cry.
He had love all over him and was such a lucky soul.

Things changed!
He was made to live with a man,
A man he called his father
The peaceful child began to lose his way.

He lived in the glittery of riches but never felt it's taste.
He was made to understand that was his fate and never had the chance to go back.

He made me think my childishness was a sin, that any good I did was weak and thin.

The happy child now wore raggedy clothes to school, covered in bruises.
Wearing the same clothes from last week.

The other students stared their judgeful glare. They mocked him.
He pretended he never cared but deep down within, he was shuttered.

He comes back from school.
Alone again without food.
In comes his Father yelling his name.
He tried to be silent but couldn't refrain,
From making a single noise that gives away.
Tears fall from the child's eyes.

Everything he did was yelled at
The threats of being killed and sent to hell to dine with the devil was the cup he always drank from.

Such a happy child now in misery.
Morning thrashes on my back, and bruises on my face all because he  didn't clean up the place.
He never had a bed;
His best was the cement floor.
Cold walls, no blankets, not even a cozy cot.

That child wept when mom passed by.
He threatened to kill himself when mum leaves without taking him along.

Mom comforted and encouraged him to stay strong.
She was afraid she can't afford to fend for him.
She had seven other mouths to be fed.

Looking all depressed is what he did best.
But trying to survive was definitely a big test.
Holding in the emotions is killing him inside.

"I'm a prisoner in my own skin. I'm lost and can't be found. I guess that's just what happens,
When you keep it all inside.

Don't be blinded by the perfection I exuded.
The courage I faked, the innocence I feigned, the confidence I wore
For I am broken.

Don't get convinced by my clarity and order; borne in attempt to control the chaos and pacify the storm brewing inside.

I'm Gone!

FEATURING

Gone?
Don't be!

The greatest of lessons can be found in the greatest hardships. This is not a sign of weakness, rather, of the greatest strength and mastery.

It's funny, this thing called 'purpose' ought to be fulfilled.
Never think of giving up.

The clouds will pass.
The sun will pass too. Our worries, our happy moments, the same.
Just be empty and watch the miracles unfold.



Featured In By Priscilla Aku - Sika Addo
( Quuquah Pristine )