To Trying

experiences fortified by your hand in mine
the world's only terrors come from distance
i run from isolation but you are my solitude
we begin to walk through love oblivious to life
how can I exist on a timeline with hate if you’re right here
a dimension where our hearts free themselves from past lives
thawing in the deepest cracks, no longer connected by cruel misencounters
we continue to crack and collapse, vulnerable to new feelings
we must break to build
to face the realities of ourselves, to create a reality together
our love makes the world anew
and our problems old
each time I mourn the past, I’m flooded with relief
i exist here and now
to settle in the chaos of rebirth

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Yeama H. Bangura is a writer and cultural essayist interested in the strange relationship between the self and the world around it. Her work draws from philosophy and personal experience to question the ways language, relationships, technology, and social structures shape the realities we inhabit. Her writing has been published in perediza.