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I didn't write this poem to place blame. I wrote it to grieve, to forgive, and to let go. Sometimes the deepest grief isn't losing someone. It's realizing they were never able to be who you believed they were. The Mother I Knew is a poem about love, loss, forgiveness, and choosing to break the cycle.

What happens when you've spent your whole life feeding everyone else, only to realize you've been starving all along? The Empty Plate is a poem that poured out of me. It's about giving, longing, guilt, and the quiet ache of waiting to be seen.

A dialogue between my higher self, my fear, and the wounded child within me. A prose poem about letting go of survival, learning to feel safe again, and discovering that freedom may have been inside me all along.

One of my earliest poems, marking the beginning of my journey of self-discovery.