THE DREAM OF WHITE ROBES

I had a dream

A very scary dream

Where everyone wore clothes that made them white

And I wore a dim colour making me dark, noticed but not properly seen

As soon as I entered, there was silence

As they all struggled to see the dark intruder

I yearned for the white robe

I hoped to have one of those white robes

Not because it was beautiful, but because it would make me fit into my Rome

But tried as I could, I got none of the white robes

They laughed and mocked

They told me to peel the black robe

I tried in desperation, and realized that I could have that white robe

But it wouldn’t fit me

What I had was a gift

A unique gift

There were no clothes

There were simply no clothes

The puzzle revealed itself

It was just a blessing

Blessed natural clothes that none could have no matter the determination

I knelt down and thanked my maker

But sunk into a bottomless pit into wakefulness

  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. stephen atigah
    Jan 30, 2014 @ 20:31:47

    Your potential has no bounds. You will be wole soyenka of your time. I like to invited to the launch of your first book.

    Reply

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