poetry
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Access Denied
Being true to myself means locking doors that once stood wide open doors that let in anything disguised as concern, but were only vampires thirsting for my light. Access denied. I’m learning to change my face, to guard the sacred me. They may search for the old version, but she’s gone. She gave until nothing Continue reading
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Melody of Loss
Grief can disguise itself as your shadow, walking besides you as if it belongs. It feels so familiar like a comforting sweater, a shield against the wind that cuts to the bone. It can feel like the only friend who stays, holding your hand, listening with the patience of the oldest and dearest companion. It Continue reading
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Searching for Identity
As time passes, the veil falls away what I wanted to be and what was are two different rooms. I built a perfect scene out of hope and paper, a stage lit for someone who never walked on. In the backdrop I find no name for me, no introduction, no ceremony only footsteps measured in Continue reading
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Tell Me You Have ADHD
Tell me you have ADHD without saying a word. It looks like three screens glowing at once phone, computer, Ipad all alive, all demanding all impossible to ignore. Notebooks Scattered pens uncapped pages scribbled with half born thoughts each one urgent each one waiting to be finished “later” But when is later What exactly have Continue reading
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Embracing Autumn: A Seasonal Reflection
The air arrives with a hush, crisp as if the wind itself has pressed reset. We reach for hoodies, familiar as old friends, wrap blankets around our shoulders like promises we’ve kept. A warm cup steams between our palms, its comfort rising in small clouds that mirror our breath, a quiet ritual on the couch Continue reading
Lines Between Living 