Frederick Kwesi Great Agboletey

Glasgow, Scotland

Coming alive

Out of depths of souls torn

As though an upheaval from roots

Anchors gripping innocence in foils of corruption

You bubble topmost from darkness of forgotten places –

Where you lived in your hidden recesses of desperation

You rise through air bubbles, purity of untainted space, uncluttered

You are borne in light of air through dense medium

Cast forth into blinding air for a breath of life –

There is a tingling in your benumbed muscles

Driving forces of elastic bio machinery laid dormant for far too long

A pocket of energy is spreading forth a need for movement …

In waking to life beyond your darkness you are blinded by new reality

Of light that blinds you into a new awareness

Momentarily you loose sight of what was and is to be

In fraction of moment you experience paucity,

A transition between worlds set apart;

Only then do you experience rebirth -