Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

She was once invisible. Her love too, invisible. Though her presence had power. Her actions knew power. Her words too were full of power. Better than precious oils. Better than gracious soils. All she carried was startling from the beginning. Though they kept asking, what kind of love is this? They kept lying to taint her love. They kept scheming to terminate all she loved.

But in the end, see her visible. See her love visible. See it like an elephant strolling through a rainbow, See it lasting. In ways they almost denied. She once asked whether it was possible. Can love truly last? Named and described ways to do so. Endured suffering, to show love can. No one knew how. They still love in ways that never last. They still love like thieves that never lasts.

She asked is it her style. This love she formed on her own. Knowing love is the only way. Call it what you want. But see her mold it her way, reduce and transform doors once closed, so her love last. This love she sees, keeps her restless like oceans. And she is just beginning again. With gaze unblinking, she sees love that lasts. Touched by the sun. Magic unrelenting. Altering worlds. Brightening future. See her rustling through life as she begins this love again. Begins all she loves, this time, her way.