Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

I am learning that there is no failure in us, even if we are hurt, even if we are torn, there is no failure in us, death itself is a small stone, from the mountain we were born too, so no failure in us, not when we can put it in a pocket and carry it with us to help us find our way home.

It’s the night before she leads and she leads knowing as Lucile Clifton would argue, that there is no failure in us, not when she leads…