Rise

when i rise 
before i wake,
i surmise 
which path to take.

one of touch 
the other i feel,
to release my clutch
and grasp what’s real. 

a life on earth
i use to seek,
was one of mirth
among the weak.

in umbrage i dwelled
eclipsed by fear,
a living hell
but now I am, clear.

subjectively frail
without resolve,
tossed by the gales
forced to evolve.

In their purified form all region, like music, is man’s inadequate attempt to express his very own nature from a particular cultural perspective. Every character is a chord vibrating within the unified field, projecting and contracting in search of harmony. We are the sinner and the savior. The roles change, the characters vary and the interpretations differ according to culture, perhaps even geography — but the least common denominator is always common. Man is both creator and creation.

by K. Osei