Hey there! Thank you for stopping by. Here, I share my poetry, reflections, and fiction—that have found their way from my heart to the page. I hope they resonate with you.
Feel free to reach me at glennise@glenniseayuk.com if you’d like to chat.
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I read your letter, child
and I think you’re just afraid
afraid
of being seen with
and being seen by
afraid
of starting off too early and starting off too late
of moving on too early and moving on too late
afraid
of being ridiculed as you go through the process
of being talked about
or seen as imperfect
you’re afraid
of conflict
of non-assimilation
and also even of acceptance
you’re afraid
of good people (do I deserve them?)
and bad people (I don’t deserve them!)
afraid of light
and of darkness too
afraid of speaking your mind
and lifting your voice
of asking for help
or asking for more
afraid to live
and still afraid to die
child, you’re made of the substance
of all that is and all that will be
you’re afraid of everything..?
I wish you knew
that every mass and motion in this universe was
subject to you;
and that they all are afraid of you.
© Glennise Ayuk
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