Pick
the pieces by Dennis Okyere Brako
With careful
measure I was built with treasure
Gleaming in
splendor I was painted in leisure
Beyond
measure my talents were forever
Graceful and
lively I paced like the Piper
Then came
the storms I really dreaded
Every cell and
muscle, cruelly shredded
Bleeding in
pain, it was disguised as lessons
Shrouded in despair,
I overlooked the blessings
Forlorn and
cold I forgot the Creator
Self-imposed
I lived in terror
Talents and
abilities, thrown in the gutter
The spite of
many, I could hardly gather
In silent
reflections, I won’t be naive
Why should I
ponder till the edge of my grave?
The pain of
leaving my abilities untrained!
And all the
talents I would fail to maintain!
No matter
the cost, I’ll pick the pieces
Resolutely
bounce on the foundation of lessons
I’ll build
from the remnants, the tower of the forgotten
Towards my goal; the trophy of blessings
