POEM BEGINNING WITH A LIE; ENDING WITH THE TRUTH


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Categories: Colour of Love,

'after John 4:17-18

 

Eight nights ago, there were red roses blooming from a lover's

hand into me. What else could be the best irony for a heart

 

Break? Only the stars can tell how many times I've walked

into the beckoning eyes of others to find my reflection & walked

 

out as an eclipse. I have discovered the only constant thing

about humans is that they will always be humans. A shadow

 

The -ed valley behind lips of roses. Once in a physics class, I learnt

the sweetest thing about a rainbow is its origin: an immaculate

 

white light refracting through the glass. I learnt it later in church

in a more direct way: that God is pure love blossoming through

 

Christ into a rainbow, a covenant that this heart will no longer

be flooded by hate. It begins with true red roses growing out

 

of a pierced side into my heart, the orange savour of true love.

It continues into a sunny yellow, light pulling green out of the gloom,

 

the purple shade of wounds healing. And It ends with nothing short

of a miracle? an eagle soaring towards freedom in the blue sky,

 

my heart learning to love again.

by Ayokunle Samuel Betiku Published

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