
I was an unusual child.
An old soul who watched more than she spoke.
Losing my family at a young age changed the way I moved through the world. I became an observer. I noticed what people said, but I was even more interested in what they didn't. Their silences. Their contradictions. The quiet moments that revealed who they were long before
I was an unusual child.
An old soul who watched more than she spoke.
Losing my family at a young age changed the way I moved through the world. I became an observer. I noticed what people said, but I was even more interested in what they didn't. Their silences. Their contradictions. The quiet moments that revealed who they were long before they realized it themselves.
Writing became the place where I made sense of all of it.
Not long after, I found Emily Dickinson. She taught me that a quiet life could still be an extraordinary one. That the inner world deserved as much attention as the visible one.
From then on, I lived between books and notebooks.
I filled pages with poems, copied lyrics that refused to leave me, and kept journals that knew more about me than anyone else. I wasn't just learning to write. I was learning to see.
I've been writing professionally for sixteen years, but poetry has always been where I return. It's the place where observation becomes feeling, and feeling becomes language.
I'm drawn to romance, memory, and the psychology of being human. The glance that changes everything. The conversation beneath the conversation. The emotional residue people leave behind without ever intending to.
I don't write to explain life.
I write to recognize it.
If someone closes one of my books feeling a little more understood than they did before they opened it, then I've done exactly what I'm here to do:)
her tears
turned into words
the page
became her altar
every note
was a prayer
she was too poised
to say

I began with diary entries and poems as a child.
writing has always been how I process the world around me
contemporary
minimalist
romantic
soft reflections
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for those born with poetry in their soul
لمن وُلدوا وفي أرواحهم شعر
para sa mga isinilang na may tula sa kaluluwa
para quem nasceu com poesia na alma
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