Nothing is in itself safe or dangerous;
What it turns out to be;
Depends on the hand which wields it;
What one sees as useless;
Another sees as a great asset;
What one uses as an essential tool;
Another employs it as a destructive weapon;
It seems just like people;
Items do have two sides too.
The flame that gives warmth;
Is the same that burns down a house;
The wind we enjoy as breeze;
Is the same that can cause a cyclone;
The water we love to shower with;
Is the same that threatens to wash us away when it floods;
What distinguishes them is the intensity;
One minute it is all under control;
The next, it gets out of hand.
What do you have in your hand?
How hard are you fanning the flame in your hand?
Is it enough to keep you warm?
Or is threatening to burn you?
Is the love you have turning into an obsession;
Consuming you from the inside out;
And changing you into someone you’re not?
Are the petty resentments you’re holding on to inside;
Heating up into irrepressible bitterness and rage;
Costing you your peace of mind and joy in life;
And depriving you of your much needed sleep?
Know what you possess and control it;
Before it overtakes and buries you;
Everything bad is not original;
Only the perversion of what is good;
Don’t let the knife you use to chop veggies;
Be the weapon that hurts you;
Tend your flame;
Don’t give it too much power;
Lest it overpowers you;
Let it keep you comfortably warm;
But not burn you into ashes.
© Josephine Amoako 2016