Poems

As a child, my best friend was the moon. She was my only confidant—the only relationship in my short life that never abandoned me. She never judged. She was my first teacher. Through her, I learned the cycles of the world: pain, grief, loss, and death. But as a child, I never felt lonely, because my best friend was the moon. As time passed, I began to grow older, as we all do, and slowly, I began to abandon my old friend. In doing so, I unknowingly hurt the little girl who ne

I've always believed that nothing is truly broken. Not my heart, nor a shattered plate. Every part—whether whole or fractured—holds value, regardless of its immediate utility. We're often taught to discard what's broken and start anew. But this mindset lacks vision. It’s entitled. It speaks to a lack of resiliency. And for what? Because it’s easier? If we can’t even put effort into fixing the small things, what happens when those small things evolve into something larger, mor

We are meant to meet many soulmates throughout our time on this mortal coil. Some arrive as fleeting lessons, leaving behind imprints that linger long after they’ve gone. Others entwine themselves in our roots, offering unwavering stability and rekindling our faith in something greater than ourselves. But in our fixation on time as a linear force, we often let loss consume us, forgetting that every departure carries its own lesson. The universe, however, always seeks balance.

I’ve always appreciated the simplicity of chaos theory. No matter how tumultuous situations appear, there is always a return to baseline in some way… some balancing of the scales. Despite the perceived pandemonium, the seemingly random occurrences, a pattern emerges. It’s at this moment of clarity where the paradigm shift can occur. It begs the question however, if this chaos is governed by deterministic laws, the very deterministic laws that govern the natural world, do we h

It was that deep— the way you held me in the palms of your hands. The kindness in your eyes completely disarmed me. Your smile lit up my core— but it wasn’t a forest fire. It was a slow, warm burn that put me at ease. It was that deep when I drew my sword— every wound triggered by a single message. It was that deep when the truth hit, and weeks later, my heart cracked wide open and crumbled. When I swallowed my ego, my pride, to give you the flowers you so deeply deserved— an