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Poetry is raw and real. Within it, you can feel the pain, the joy, the hatred, the power in the words. It puts you in certain places and times. It gives you a glimpse into someone’s moment. A moment when time stood still enough to evoke emotions that needed to be released. 

When life hurts, many of us instinctively reach for words. We scribble in journals, underline lines in a book, or whisper verses from songs that seem to hold our pain. Poetry has long been a companion to suffering, giving shape to emotions too heavy to carry in silence. But why do we turn to poetry in times of pain?

The moments I was brave enough to step into who and what I wanted to be don’t really matter anymore. BECAUSE they haven’t gotten me anywhere. Those steps, the ones that propelled me forward, are now thousands of steps in front of me.

I am looking for ways to simplify my life, BUT also to allow myself to live out loud. To follow my dreams in a way that doesn't feel overpowering and unrealistic.

If you told me a few years ago that I'd write a book filled with steamy scenes and intimate longing, I probably would have laughed nervously.

Writing gives you authorship over your experience. You can reclaim the narrative, even if the events stay the same. You’re not just the character, you’re the narrator now. That shift is powerful. 

Have you ever had a moment where something inside you whispered, Don’t do that , but you did it anyway? Or felt a subtle nudge to speak...

You don’t need all the answers. You don’t need a perfect plan. You just need a story, a little courage, and a willingness to begin.