IN SOLITUDE

I am as short as a hyphen
no matter how I stretch
i get deformed.

I am as strong as an enamel
but when death is crystal
and I could see the redness
of my eyes through her -
i died before death.

I have hope hanging
on the ring of my neck
down to my chest
but my heart is a bed of rose
and roses are read in the list
of broken items - fragile.

My heart is a courtyard
of dried red roses,
the weeps weeded them
out of pain.

I am as colourful as rainbow
as butterfly flying across the ridges
to make purple bridges.

Still,it takes me forever
to spread my wings
and be beautiful again.

By Oseni Zainab Fehintola
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