29/06/2026
🌙 It's 3am.
The room is quiet but your mind isn't.
You're turning something over — a worry, a memory, a question you can't quite shape into words. The kind of thing that only shows up when everything else goes still.
If that's you tonight, I wrote something for you.
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📖 SMALL HOURS
Poems for the Sleepless Heart
— McKay Ekuma
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Here's one of my favourite lines from the collection:
"In the gap I find:
the fact of morning,
which has not yet arrived
but has never, in all of history,
failed to."
Read that again slowly.
There's something in those lines I keep coming back to. Not a promise that things will be easy — just a quiet, unshakeable truth. Morning has never once failed to come. Not once. Not in all of human history.
That's what Small Hours is built on.
It's a collection of poems for the nights when anxiety sits heavy, when memory shows up uninvited, when love feels complicated and hope feels far. These aren't poems that preach at you. They just sit with you — in the dark — and remind you that you are not the only one who has ever felt this way.
And that rising, even slowly, is still rising.
If any of this landed — that's not a coincidence. There's a whole book of moments like that waiting for you.
🔗 Grab your copy:
selar.com/m/mckay-ekuma1
And if someone you know is having one of those nights — send this to them. Sometimes the right words at the right time are everything. 💛
