Our Love Against The Invisibles
Our Love Against The Invisibles
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Cherlyne Gustave is a Haitian-Canadian author and creative entrepreneur. She writes about resilience, identity, and emotional experience across cultures in English, French, and Haitian Creole.
Her debut Our Love Against the Invisibles, explores love, struggle, and inner strength in unseen but deeply felt realities.
Our Love Against the Invisible
I am a Haitian woman...raised to endure, not to ask,taught that love is provenby how much pain I can carry in silence.I fought what had no face:fear disguised as patience,absence dressed as loyalty,love that asked me to disappear.I prayed.Not for him—but for sight.The ancestors answered softly:Endurance is not the same as erasure.So I chose myself.I drew borders around my soul,let what could not rise with me fall.Love did not defeat me.I conquered it!by becoming whole,and refusing to be invisible again.
I am a Haitian woman...raised to endure, not to ask,taught that love is provenby how much pain I can carry in silence.I fought what had no face:fear disguised as patience,absence dressed as loyalty,love that asked me to disappear.I prayed.Not for him—but for sight.The ancestors answered softly:Endurance is not the same as erasure.So I chose myself.I drew borders around my soul,let what could not rise with me fall.Love did not defeat me.I conquered it!by becoming whole,and refusing to be invisible again.
Reunification
I come to you without armor now,a Haitian man unlearning distance.speaking your name like a promise I can keep,ready to love you in presence, not pieces.I hear you, but I stand whole!a Haitian woman who no longer bends to be held,yet something in your voice feels different,like a door opening, not closing.Then let me meet you there!not ahead, not behind, but beside you,with hands that hold without taking,and a love that listens before it speaks.Then walk with me!not as who we were, but who we’ve become,two souls no longer afraid of being seen,let us reunite henceforth as one.
I come to you without armor now,a Haitian man unlearning distance.speaking your name like a promise I can keep,ready to love you in presence, not pieces.I hear you, but I stand whole!a Haitian woman who no longer bends to be held,yet something in your voice feels different,like a door opening, not closing.Then let me meet you there!not ahead, not behind, but beside you,with hands that hold without taking,and a love that listens before it speaks.Then walk with me!not as who we were, but who we’ve become,two souls no longer afraid of being seen,let us reunite henceforth as one.
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