FANTASY

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The speed of the wind slowly picks up
Everything in it’s path gets kicked away
The trees sway causing leaves to rapidly float to the ground
The chaos around serves its purpose well
Serving as a perfect epitome of the turmoil within
Standing in isolation
Crying out in total desperation
Reaching out for a touch of care and affection yet with all impunity offering its embrace is rejection
A fragile heart hangs in the balance and the intensity for the need for acceptance becomes a painful reality
The thin frail figure screams help
A silent scream, ostensibly loud by all standards of observation yet not heeded to
I present an orphan left to battle this cruel world alone
Down the depths of her suffering and up the heights of her fears
The burning intensity of the suns rays turn her insides into ashes
She seeks redemption but realising almost immediately
That it’s a fantasy

By: Awurabena O. Amponsah

Vanity Card #2

For whatever fantasies you have… I hope you win the battle.

Bisous,

Mikael❤️