You were there

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Through the pains, heartaches

Delays, doubts, and fears

Through the struggle

Denials, and strife

You were there


You are loyal and faithful

A dependable rock

You believed in me

And taught me to do

Likewise, my best friend


You opened my heart

To see the challenge

As a phase, a process that

Will bring forth my inner

Beauty and strength


You showed me the light

You took away my fears

You guided my steps

You gave me victory


You are always here

You are my strength

My pillar and my refuge

Today I say, thank You.

© Amaka Paul 2016

Awakening to self


Answers that I seek

in the silence of my heart

questions abound

opinions innumerable

so much sound

no melody, searching,

peace eludes


So much clamor for silence

jumbled conversations

going around in circles

returning to the starting point

running to silence for clarity


With silence

rearranging, analyzing

I let go, be in the flow

only then,

awakening to self

©Amaka Paul 2016

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Hell is paradise


the sound had an eerie finality to it

she wouldn’t make it out of there

plop and no ripples


this nightmare is driving me insane

those eyes would never cease to haunt me

the silent plea for help

ignored in the heat of the moment

all for the prize of a mean name tag

and now what


sweats pouring down my back in the winter

looking behind me at every instance

heart banging threatening to desert our space

feet restless, lips dry and screams only I can hear

she torments me so


I must confess and suffer my hell

it would be a much better hell than this

I should have spoken up

now, hell is paradise

©Amaka Paul 2016



don’t say it, please


You are always in my thought

deep in my heart is where you reside

I try to reach out to you

but your eyes

they push me away


longing for those days when

your hands couldn’t stay still

your eyes caressed my body

and your touch tamed my wildness

these eyes push me away and

your hands are steady


We have grown so distant that

words fail me when we are together

I fear for you, for us

I long for a heart to heart

but your eyes

they push me away


Don’t say it, please

let’s make this work.

© Amaka Paul 2016

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scarlet vessel


She is slowly tipping over,

Haunted by visions

Only her eyes can see

They think she is beyond redemption

Reaping the fruit of her wild oats


She howls at night

Sleep at the break of dawn

And then screams some more

They mimic her gestures

And laugh at her prophecies

She is convinced

ghosts of her past wouldn’t let her be

They taunt and hound her


She must make amends

Confess her many trespasses

The people must see her for who she truly is

A wanton child

they must strip her of all saintliness

make her lose respect in their eyes

How would they know that it’s for the best?


Alas, she would come out glowing

a tale that will hold the congregation

spellbound; been there, done all that

If she could be a vessel after the filth

Then there is a good chance for them too

For me, for you.

© Amaka Paul 2016

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