Pennies for pain

i wrote this poem for a friend who did odd jobs in the UK during holidays.

I have journeyed.
With a backbreaking load on my head.
Journeyed long.
To this street of chill.
From streets of gold to streets of cold...many weary steps before mine .
Journeyed.
From time zone, to time zone.
Losing cedis and strength to seek a shilling.
Giving pain to gain a penny.
I have come from afar..a shoe wearing thin.
To fill a pocket with a million holes...cold in my face
Journeyed...Seeking a penny for my pain

...

So i have been thinking long and hard about a new post. But the whirlwind life of a growing woman won't give me a minute to complete that thought.

Then my dear Benjamin leaves a comment on one of the poems today that reminds me of my profound love for this niche. And i feel ashamed and guilty that i have been away so long.

So i am pledging to be much more active. After all,  What would a woman be without words?

clzover: Ray Caesar

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Drop a tear of love upon my whoring heart
and i will find bleeding conviction to glue my scattered emotion
upon your dusty traveler face.

You find me ,on the shifting cliff of old wounds:
Bucket in hand,
frantically scooping remaining clots.
A poisoned whirling sea beneath me
Dark , ugly and twisted

I asked you to stop walking here a long time ago
...this sea will take you now