My Woolly Mat

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.

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