“overkill” isn't just about the number of posts anymore. By the end, it has become about taking something that was already beautiful and repeatedly insisting on its beauty until the insistence itself becomes conspicuous.

A poem about childhood escape and the places we go to feel safe. I will let the poem speak for itself this time. Not fully rhythmic but it feels complete. Thank you.

A reflection on how constant phone use distances us from real human connection—showing how we document moments instead of truly living them, even though we deeply crave genuine presence and to be seen.

Exploring the confusion and vulnerability of developing feelings for someone, and the moment when doubt turns into possibility.

A journey from feeling unseen and without refuge to quietly continuing forward in faith—trusting that even in loneliness, there is still a path toward peace, light, and being held.

A journey from feeling unseen and without refuge to quietly continuing forward in faith—trusting that even in loneliness, there is still a path toward peace, light, and being held.

A speaker reflects on the feeling of being carried through life without control, like wind moving them across the sky. As they struggle with isolation and the desire for independence, they attempt to see life not as chaos but as a dance—messy, graceful, and continuous, with no pause to step away.

This poem explores the quiet shame and exhaustion of feeling “not enough” despite working hard and surviving with what you have. Through the image of worn, secondhand clothes and the dreamlike figure of “More,” it wrestles with poverty, comparison, and the relentless desire to prove worth. In the end, it gently questions whether what already supports and covers the speaker might, in fact, be enough.

A meditation on longing, motherhood, and the quiet ache of raising children far from the landscape that shaped you. This piece explores grief for what isn’t—and the steady resolve to one day carry your children home to the green still rooted in your heart.

A quiet reflection on the small, precious moments of relief and joy that appear when life asks nothing of us.