I wrote my poem “These Things” when I was living in a constant shame spiral. Every day I felt so wrapped up in guilt that I couldn’t find any inner peace. The guilt felt like a heavy pressure constantly sitting on my chest.

selective focus photography of woman lying on flowers

Have you ever felt invisible? When I wrote “My Eyes”, this was how I was feeling. It felt like on the inside I was this strong woman full of potential, starting to emerge, but nobody could see me. Nobody could hear the woman on the inside screaming to[…]