by Solape Adetutu Adeyemi

I think my wings may mend here
And maybe I could learn to fly again

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I think I like it here

The air is cleaner here

There is no pretence or name calling

There are no complications, either

I think my wings may mend here

And maybe I could learn to fly again

I think i love it here

I could plant my seeds here and watch them germinate

Maybe, just maybe, we both could plant our seeds here

And watch them grow

Before our very eyes

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Haunted

And your eyes… haunt me

Those dark pools strike an unmistakable chord in me

They draw me, call me

To drown in their chocolatey depths

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© Solape Adetutu Adeyemi

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Solape Adetutu Adeyemi is a dedicated professional with a Bachelor’s degree in Microbiology and a Master’s in Environmental Management. She is a passionate environmental sustainability enthusiast and a talented creative writer, with her works published in esteemed journals and magazines, including Writenow Literary Journal, TV Metro, Poetry Marathon Anthology, and The Guardian newspaper, among others.

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