On my woolly mat, my hand between my thighs
I cry, yet I smile. I sob, yet I laugh
On my woolly mat I lie, my finger on my lips
I fall, yet I stand. I lose, yet I win.
Night falls on my woolly mat
Day breaks on my woolly mat
Darkness hides me on my mat
Light shows me to the world on my mat
On my woolly mat, I lie
I touch penury and I taste opulence
I exhale conflict and I inhale tranquility
I greet death and I salute life.
My woolly mat is the eye of the world
with my finger on my lips
with my hand locked between my thighs
I lie on my wooly mat and watch the world change colours
Courage Ahiati © 2011, All rights reserved
This poem is dedicated to all my friends who I have fallen out with. so is the world.