My Hand
My hand was held so I wouldn't be lost. But somewhere in the holding, something else got lost. The grip got too tight, started to hurt “You are imagining it”...
I’m still gathering myself
I am still gathering myself From all the moments I bleed Some crawling back, some I have yet to meet If you ever find a piece of me Don't touch...
I’m tired
I'm tired I'm tired of explaining every thought i speak I'm tired of proving under these bones i breathe So tired of clarifying with every blink just so I'm seen...
Rooms
Rooms where I struggled to breathe are quieter now Temperature’s a bit colder But lighting is better somehow Here outside, the air is heavier But at least finally mine No...
It’s Okay
It’s okay if you don’t see the path ahead, or know where everyone went. Don’t be afraid to get a little lost— keep walking, even if it’s just you and...
Sacrificial Love
They say pure love is sacrificial. It is when you put them before you, above you. You compromise. You soften. You shrink. You dim. You give without expectations. You think...
Brave Face
You stay open when every fiber of your being screams to shut down. You know no one’s coming— no soft voice, no saving hand— and still, you let yourself drown....
I am Feelingless
Am I feelingless? 'Cause that’s what they say— when I only listen, don’t react, just carry on with my day. When my words don’t feel warm enough, but distant… even...
The Bag that’s Me
Words unsaid roll down my cheek while I stand in front of the canvas. I breathe in the expectations I see, and breathe out some pieces of me. But I...
I’m a Poem
On some days I wanna be a poem. Not an exquisite one. The one that's raw and messy, Without any rhyme or rhythm. But keeps on expanding , Just when...