Ordinary love is easy to miss. In a world that celebrates grand gestures and loud declarations, this piece honors the quiet, steady acts of care — the ones that ground us, reassure us, and make love feel safe.

Love doesn’t fail because it ebbs and flows — it fails when people stop choosing it. A meditation on love as something built, not found. This piece explores the myth of the “perfect match,” the work of understanding, and the quiet ways love either grows or goes idle. Honest, questioning, and grounded in emotional realism, it asks what kind of love we are willing to make — and maintain.

meditation on how unresolved anger resurfaces in quiet moments, and the slow work of reclaiming space from someone who no longer belongs there.

The private conversations we rehearse, the letters we never send, and the quiet closure we give ourselves. A start to the series, ’To the person who…’.

When movement becomes invisible, we forget we’re still moving. Forgiving the mind and honoring the road behind us shows us how to continue forward with care

A poem about my pregnancy. Often times pregnancy focuses only on the baby and not the mother. It is idealized in social media. Does the love for what you grow come in an instant?

This poem personifies Hypocrisy as a cunning, destructive force that manipulates, deceives, and instills guilt. Through vivid imagery and repetition, the speaker explores its oppressive influence, ultimately rejecting and freeing themselves from it, finding clarity and liberation.