Poetry

Poems exploring identity, belonging, memory, love, grief, and the threads that connect our lives.

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  The Ritual
  Grief does not end with time. It becomes a ritual—a quiet returning to those we continue to love.
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  The Blanket
  Some things are not waiting to be finished. They are waiting for us to become the person who knows what they were always meant to be.
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  Permission
  The most enduring poems are not those we remember. They are the ones that quietly change who we become.
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  The Second Café
  A missed coffee became an extraordinary reminder of what it means to matter to another person.
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  Autumn
  Autumn has never felt like a season of loss to me. It has always felt like coming home.
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  The Common Thread
  A poem about the quiet connections that endure across generations, and how ordinary acts can bring us closer to those we never had the chance to know.
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  The Cost of Independence
  Because no matter how carefully I arrange the furniture of my independence, someone else always holds the key.
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  Paper Boat
  While some lives are ending, the rest of the world quietly goes on making plans—as though tomorrow has already agreed to arrive.
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  The Dead of the Night
  The night has held motherhood, fear, loss, and finally peace. A reflection on the changing meaning of darkness across a lifetime.
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  Is That Rain I Hear?
  A poem about waiting, uncertainty, and the quiet courage of continuing without knowing what comes next.
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  Still, I Believe
  I believe in love. Not the easy kind, but the brave kind. The kind that asks us to risk disappointment and remain open anyway.
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  After Disruption
  A poem about what remains after certainty falls away – and the quiet decision to stay open, stay in relationship, and choose love anyway.
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  Summer
  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.
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  Trapped
  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.
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  Read Me
  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.
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  The Fortress
  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.