❝sometimes things are ok // sometimes it's true that they will be // even if not right now.
sometimes hope is not a flower, blooming slowly, carefully tended // sometimes it's a sword and shield, a battle // sometimes you are your own enemy, or the world is // sometimes you lose.
but sometimes picking up that sword and shield means you've already won // the enemy already vanquished, already vanished // sometimes it means there's no battle to fight // all you have to do is hold on, hold tight // believe in the stalwart steel, your grip on it.
sometimes it means you reach for the sword and shield // find instead you are holding a bloom // watching petals unfurl towards the sun // the roots tangling between your fingers.
sometimes everything is ok // sometimes that's a fact, as true as the green of growing things // as cutting as a sharpened blade // as firm and unbreakable and protective as a shield.❞
sumayyah writes poetry...
...because sometimes she Feels Things™ and then has to scribble those Feelings down so she can get them out of her head and move on with her day.