the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. 

of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. 

the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. . 

the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands. 

the year i learnt small talk. and how to smile at strangers. 

the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out 

and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. 

the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey.

 the year of being alone, and learning how much i like it. 

the year of hugging people i don’t know, because i want to know them. 

the year i made peace and love, right here.

Warsan Shire