Survival is a process.
May every day be a warm embrace;
a hug in the rain.
The scent of fried plantain.
The gentle breeze licking off the sweat on your forehead,
or the voice of that person
who loves you
even on the days, you forget to love yourself.
When you can’t get up,
those days when there’s a mountain sitting on your chest,
remember that opening your eyes
Taking a breath
When you wail call your name.
Not one name but all your names;
the names of the multitude you carry
wrapped together like a ball of yarn
and tucked in the farthest corners of your psyche.
Forgive yourself for the mistakes you made
when you thought you knew but had no clue.
Forgive and be kind.
Written by Maureen Chinwendu Onyeziri
Peace and Love!
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