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.