I live for both the beauty and the pain in poetry.
I love language, and art. I love the magic of nature. and the raw dangerous beauty in love and sex.
I work very hard to see myself, Everyday i fight against a darkness that sickens me. Ten years ago I was infected with a lie that has been trying to kill me.
It began with a friend who, until recently, I often called my best friend. And ten years ago, she fed me a lie that infected my soul. She began by telling me my mind was full of fairy-tales and fiction. She explained the darkness of theworld in a time where all I saw was it’s light. I was fifteen and she said with command “Be Realistic.”
i remember her words crawling up my spine, contaminating my vision and melting my mind.
It took years of her poison influence for my bones and my soul to fully decompose, to strip of all the nourishment, and bury the light that had created me. And soon, my corrupted figure, that was once whole and full of hope, became that of a defiled cynic who believed in nothing.

I will spend my life as a mother protecting my children from this infectious lie.
Because the day I stopped believing, the day I started seeing all those damn trees, once all my radiance was gone and i was left with only bone, drowning in a poison that forever ruined my belief in love, the hopeful child in me died.
And I’ve been trying to find her ever since…..

“People will kill you. And the way they'll kill you is with phrases like 'Be realistic'"