Prose Poetry

both love and hate me

    a raw exploration of love, hate, and everything in between.

hey you

    declaration of love, strength, and the relentless pursuit of self.

i found my way

    a life where faith feels like freedom, not obligation.

i dream of something bad

    even in dreams, I was never the first choice.

dad,

    a letter written too late.

it's you,

    to exist beside another person is a miracle we become too familiar with.

exhales,

    where the world quietly exhales.

the door,

    an unfamiliar knock on a door I forgot existed.