Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

You will begin again in light.

You will step out beyond your comfort zone. Step out to the middle of an ocean.

Step into waters that will not drown you.

Your feet will stand firm remembering

How to stand.

When you feel like falling.

When you do not know whether you will survive or how to even survive.

Something will whisper, be brave, be light, and stand.

You are not alone.

Though the night is black. You are not alone.

Nothing can deny a soul ready to fly.

Though your dreams were silent. You are not alone.

Though they looked like tepid blooms of hibiscus. You are not alone.

Though you waited with a single purpose, for rain. You were never alone.

Someone will face that purpose with ease, breathing only things that please.

You will feel it in your bones.

You will seek the peace with your whole heart and find it.

Your soul will recognize it.

Your head will see it too.

The peace you feel at last, is a reminder that those who live in light, seldom die from their plight.

I have been sleeping like a baby. I have been resting too. Poetry is helping me find peace. Picnic with my children too. We walked our dog Simba the day it all happened. I was at ease. The universe seemed to agree. The next couple of days/weeks will be messy, but I’m at peace. I won’t trade it for anything. Keep this peace.