Growth and transitions inspired this piece. On this journey, I learned it takes healing my old wounds to embrace my greatest potential fully. There’s progress in making it to even take one more step!
Some Sundays are full of rain Leaving leaves stuck to windows Spirits hang lower than a Willow Some Sundays are too frigid Streaming smoke reveals the breath Energy toiling life over death Some Sundays are fogged with gloom Crystal icicles around the scene Hallowed out everything in between Some Sundays just recover Vast sky morphs from sunset to sunrise Future of crossroads left to decide Some Sundays are better than before Blooming petals reach for light Guided with no resistance, no fight Some Sundays are to begin again Warm sun soothes who can feel it Full of purpose and blessed to see it
I faced much rejection at the start of pursuing a full-time career in the publishing industry, but I was never defeated. The bumps along the ride exposed my character. This poem was birthed from practiced faith and resilience.
I explored structure and meter. The challenge of conveying my message with counted syllable parameters required verbal repetition and a deep revision process. Ultimately, I wanted to tell multiple stories within the piece that could stand alone. The second or third lines of each stanza can be read apart from other lines in the poem!
A native Brooklynite, Kayah Hodge is a Marketing Assistant at Macmillan Publishers. The recent alumna of Hamilton College specialized in Creative Writing, honed her voice as a lover of literature, and was recently featured in Carnegie Hall's Afrofuturism display. Outside of writing mixed genre material, Kayah enjoys spending time learning new recipes and cooking with love. Her favorite authors include Jacqueline Woodson, James Baldwin, and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. She particularly appreciates work that sheds light on immigrant experiences and the vastness of underrepresented cultures.