Still, I Believe
Hope is not believing that love will never hurt us again. It is choosing to remain open, even after it has.
Hope is not believing that love will never hurt us again. It is choosing to remain open, even after it has.
A poem about what remains after certainty falls away – and the quiet decision to stay open, stay in relationship, and choose love anyway.
This poem was written as part of my Master’s thesis, Who’s Health Matters? It captures the essence of the chapter titled Summer and reflects themes of transition, hope, belonging, and the search for home.
A poem written in my late teens about captivity, fear, and survival. Years later, it revealed a meaning I could never have imagined when I first wrote it.
We are all shaped by stories – those we inherit, those we tell, and those we are still learning to understand. Read Me is an invitation to consider the experiences, memories, and histories that sit beneath the method.
We all build walls for a reason. The Fortress is a reflection on resilience, healing, and the moment we find the courage to step beyond them once more.