Last year stretched me quietly not in dramatic ways, but in the kind that force you to ask harder questions about what fits, what’s aligned, and what you’re holding onto out of habit. I wasn’t falling apart, but I was rearranging. And rearranging yourself takes more energy than people realize. This is me, writing again not with answers, but with honesty

life lately, last three years in a few pages to get the juices flowing.

My first attempt at poetry