Know Your Worth

Every love I ever had left but came back to me. 

Does that mean that it wasn't worth it for them to leave?

In your absence, I began to feel strong, the silence became my friend, and the darkness, my lover. 

I want to feel something, but I don't; I am calm

There are lumps in my throat; no matter how much I swallow, they will not clear. 

Yet when I was panicking, you were the only person I wanted to talk to.

You ignored my hysteria and told me exactly what to do, and just like that, the panic was gone.

Things aren't as damaged as I thought. 

written in 2022

Why I love you?

 I opened this poem I started in 2022, 

To my surprise, it was blank

If I were writing to myself, I would understand why.

I never knew love until July 27, 2025, 

That day, I found love in every twist and turn, in every word and smile. 

That day, love embraced me with a fullness I had yet to experience. 

That day, I knew it would be you. 

Writing Again

 After almost a decade, I chose to pick up my pen and write again, 

When I first started, I wasn't sure what I would say, so much time has passed, could my words still resonate with those reading? 

Who is my audience a decade later? What wisdom could I share?

Well, it was never about any of those things. When I first started to write, it was about me finding my voice. It was about taking back my story that so many tried to tell for me. 

As time goes on, I still desire to write; however, I no longer have a desire to be understood or heard. 

I write for me, I write so that I never stop listening to myself. Because if there is one thing I have learned in the last decade, it is that, "It's not about what people call you, rather what you choose to respond to."