Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

That time I thought

tough times last,

I went closer to the edge

without falling over.

Surely God had a hand in this

as well as Papa

and mama Ocha

and of course the one named Onyelo.

So, I stood

and my stance

as the one with the golden hair said,

is like no other.

Then I said to my soul in reverse,

even a day becomes a night

and a night becomes a day

and it’s not the weight

the day

or the night carries

but how you carry on

with your day

or your night,

through storms,

through darkness,

through dreams,

it’s all in the way

you nurture your day,

cherish your day,

balance your day well

even when it turns to night

and the night turns to a day again.

Nurture yourself well.

So I started the day again,

started the day with dreams again,

things that have long lingered,

things we cherish, cherish, cherish,

the things that let us dream,

the spices and scarves

the people and spaces too.

Don’t trouble the day.

Don’t trouble the night too.

Leave it all alone.

Everything is a blur

Everything,

when you begin again,

So begin again

with your dreams heavy.

The above poetry was inspired by Mary Oliver and her take on things heavy like grief. I choose to focus on dreams heavy.