Ascension Poem by Obenewaa Danquah

Let this cup pass me by,
this cross I must bear!
This path was long crafted by the ancestors,
I will not tread on sacred grounds!
Too often the heart skips a beat,
relief resides in knowledge
a busy path grows no grass!
It does not matter if the grass hides coils of gold-speckled mambas.

Trust me girl,
they will try to quench your fire,
labelling it rebellion.
Hold on dear,
Go on an introspection tour
Pack a healthy dose of isolation
Include an appreciable amount of adrenalin
Tuck away isolation

and discover yourself anew!