I turned around to steal a glimpse only to catch you mid-wince.
You left us and I should have foreseen
For you, what a blessed relief it has all been.
Broken light now shines through your disguise, I can’t seem to shake off your haunting eyes.
Were you rebel?
Were you angel?
As if in answer, a rainbow bird takes off, shot on wings,
Landing on an upper branch, she opens her heart and sings.

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Michael Etrue is an aspiring poet from Ghana. Find him on Twitter at @Etrue_Michael.