Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

If you find me at the brink of giving up, 

at the point of forgetting love, 

at a basement with no light, 

at dawn with no song,

at a gathering with no tears,

at the edge with no words,

at a Red Sea with no faith

at a desert with no thirst

at a devotion with no dreams,

at a mountaintop with no sight,

at a valley with no shepherd,

at worship with no praise,

near an ocean with no grace,

or at night with no peace,

remind me to know my worth, 

dream about my worth,

speak eloquently about my worth,

leave spaces blind to my worth,

then begin again knowing my worth,

or at least be grass…