Someday is a Ghazal, written a year ago almost to the day. Winter was starting to creep in, and I was living in a house with failing insulation, a broken boiler, and a rat problem. The poem started with me imagining a day, sometime in the future, where none of these problems fazed me, a version of my life but better. I woke up early like everyone tells you you’re supposed to; I ate breakfast and immediately cleaned up after myself; and I didn’t stay out till the morning trying to avoid going back to the hell house. Once I’d finished the poem and read back over it, I realised it meant more than that. It had become a kind of promise to myself and the people who I knew cared about me. As if to say, ‘I know I don’t always get it right and I often make my life harder than it needs to be, but I’m trying, and thank you for sticking by me’.  

In the final line of Ghazal, the writer traditionally names themselves, as if to sign the poem. In Someday, I sign off with ‘My Little Dreamer’. This is a play on the Irish meaning of my name (‘Dream or Vision’). It also reverts the narrator of the poem to a childlike state being nurtured by an older figure. The speaker’s identity is left a mystery, they could be a parent or a sibling or perhaps an older version of the narrator. But the essential essence remains the same – someone older and wiser telling you someday everything will be okay.