A collections of poems for the events of life that are not wrapped in bows. For emotions silenced in rage, fear, and sorrow, and the complexity of every messy in-between that remind us that healing is anything but linear…

WHY I MAKE POETRY

I know in my soul it’s my purpose to create. But creation does not always come from great achievements or the happiest times. More often than not it’s the knife that was shoved in your back, or the moments that lack clarity, when you’ve fallen down, you take that pain and turn it around. With blood as your ink, you make something new, and hope someone out there will relate to it too. But even if you’re forever alone in this feeling, it’s cathartic escapism that jump starts the healing. And you let it become a part of yourself when you take all those forgotten dreams off the shelf. No one else has to understand your journey, but you have the right to tell your story.

So I hope you keep this poem in mind

As you open these pages, and begin to read mine