On the day I grew tired, I surrendered. I lifted my hands and parted the curtains— And there, where I had been standing, In the shadows of my copious truths— Sunshine streamed in and found me— where I am, That you may also see me for who I am.
The aura you let behind, Still, it lingers on— For all the years you lived, Now it resounds like a song— Play on sweet old one, As you find your life in the world beyond
Hello. My name is Isaac. A Journalist and Literary Blogger living in Ghana. This is my blog where I publish my feature articles, creative writing and links to my podcasts. Subscribe today and receive all updates!
