in that year, we spread our dreams

where hopeful glances eased our noisome youth.

fleeting emotions crumpled our facade in seconds.

we stared down on death as it howled from the ground.

death pulled, yet I held on.

death tried, yet I pressed on.

heavy silent whispers—

you have to let him go.

the show stealer with a coy smile was crafting.

the show must go on, I insisted.

dim lights and despair, long before the blinding sun.

life was rebirthed, and sanity was restored—

the miraculous happened.

in that year— our beloved year,

love was reborn.

in this fleeting time, salvation awaits us.

nimbly, we transition through the years on our toes,

dazzling in our finery

& shedding joyful tears for what is to come—

tapping our feet into that blissful eternity.

on the road ahead, we daydream 

as we hold hands with riveting strength. 

we walk with cautioned steps reshaping our mishaps.

we smile with squinted eyes and parched lips

as we lead each other to the old sycamore tree.

as the rightful owners of each’s soul, 

we will covet and enter our place of rest.

Ewurama Tawiah Welbeck is a Ghanaian Creative writer and English Language teacher who uses poetry and prose to explore beauty, longing, loss, despair and familial bond. She finds existential meaning through amusement, tragedy, and strength. A fellow of SprinNG Writing Fellowship, one of her works appears in Writer’s Space Africa.