By Kayah Hodge

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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 

Process

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!