Imagine the world I left behind
in the colors of what I thought was peace
How it kept me warm in the whirlwind
and sheltered my unhappiness
Imagine the days it taught me to know
How all their colors seemed radiant green
and I felt the song of laughter in this dream
and the scent of a child's sleep
Imagine how everything embraced me then
and my roots were dug deep
and I stood strong
A Bristlecone Pine who watched era's pass by
Now my Bristlecone is fallen
Because the world I imagined pretended to keep me warm
and my roots are slowly rotting
Though I'm not dead, I'm soon forgotten
and I ache for solid ground
That I may stand in the light of my perceived former glory
Only this time I won't imagine.

by Ayobami Idowu

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