I’m often asked what triggered my writing… if I’m sad… or gently told, “I’m sorry you’re going through something.”
So let me say this today, not every poem comes from pain.
Some poems are imagined. Some rise quietly from the still corners of my heart. And some feel like they’ve been waiting their whole lives for me to finally give them words.
For me, writing, especially poetry, has never been just about expression. It’s about understanding. About sitting with emotions, whether they come from lived moments, passing thoughts, or simply the act of observing the world a little too closely.
Yes, sometimes there is grief.
Sometimes love.
Sometimes memory.
And sometimes, it’s just the wonder of feeling something deeply without needing a reason.
Poetry, for me, is not always a reflection of what I’m going through. Often, it’s a reflection of what I’m capable of feeling.
And there are days when the page simply becomes a quiet, safe place… where truth, of any kind, can exist without explanation.
