This Thing – Poem

This thing…
This thing that tears,
Whilst ever-uniting

This thing…
This thing that hurts,
Whilst feeding the mind with bliss

This thing
Which the eye never gets hold of
Yet it strikes us from deep inside

This thing
Which cannot be touched
But it cuddles the heart in its hut.

This thing
That breaks the rule of distance
And stitches tattered souls into form

This thing
Without wings,
But carries the mind into space

This thing
Without beginning
… And definitely no ending.

This thing
That will sadden you
Yet breath hope into you.

This thing
That words may never describe
And pen may never inscribe.

This thing
That may ever remain
… A mystery of thoughts and form.

©2018, Ghana, West Africa.