Been a while on this dreary plain, stuck in limbo. every other day. But today, like a suitcase I filled up my emptiness with all the broken pieces of me I could find littered all over the floor of my life. I broke down my walls and set forth at dawn, on a journey to myself, to wholeness. The transporter, driver, passenger and destination. I realized were all me?. I wonder why life has to be ridden with paradoxes on the wheels of ironies. They also say life is a journey and so here I am tripping over metaphors, In hopes that I stumble upon the answers to my questions, or maybe find clarity or closure, wherever the bus stops. So much I don't understand; somedays; my smile rises with the sun but when night falls, so does my tear drops. I'm torn and so to feel less disheveled, I curl up into that foetal position. Instincts?... maybe. I guess I still revel in the nostalgia of that womb world, a safe haven, a shield from life. Little wonder I cried like I would die, the moment I was pushed out. I still cry, even now. Looking in and looking out; everywhere staring right back: with no sign nor answer in their eyes. sigh. But life is a journey... and it's never free to want to be free. So I trade my life jacket for a bus ticket, It may get cold but it's okay. I'm on my way to be whole, to find residence for my soul. Cheers
I am Comfort Ada Attah, a young creative who is passionate about everything art; from music to creative writing, poetry, photography and fine arts. Writing is a huge part of me, it's what keeps me sane and balanced and so I consider it therapeutic and vital to life. I wish to share hope, love, light and inspiration through my art. I hope to be a voice that inspires and influences others positively.