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Dear You,
This epistolary poem is for anyone blamed for shadows they didn’t cast, betrayals they didn’t commit, or wounds they tried to heal but were accused of causing. It’s not a cry for vindication, but a release of truth—a mirror turned toward a love distorted by fear and insecurity. These words aren’t revenge; they are reclamation,…
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Your Fears Wore Lies and Called It a Crown
This villanelle was born from the ache of standing still while someone else’s storm bore my name. For years, I carried more than my own heart—I carried the weight of another’s fears, doubts, and projections. I wasn’t perfect, but I was present. I wasn’t the threat, yet I became the accused. These lines are my…
Echoes In The Current 