For the light we see while struggling in dark tunnels; for the freedom we yearn from where we are trapped.
For all the ways we want to be liberated.
...that same wall that keeps out grief will also keep out joy.
When will it be okay for me to pause, catch my breath and let my life begin?
You whom I will meet someday, I wonder what it would feel like to sleep next to someone that saw me like he saw joy.
I don't know, maybe I'll google my symptoms and get back to you.
For decades, I studied my darkness, I embraced my light.
“I am an introvert”, “ I am a Virgo”, “ I am a wicked Igbo woman.”
I'm exhausted from all the times I have lent a hand.
