My mom tells me I use my car to escape. She’s not wrong. When I’m in my car It is one of the few times When I can go faster Than my mind can process My thoughts She never understood why. I would feel the need to escape Why the road was always calling Or … Continue reading I use my car as an escape
Today I am starting day one of being honest and being honest with kindness. For so long, I have prioritized kindness to the point where I have neglected honesty. As a result, the kindness I give can make the receiver feel as if it is artificial or even (I am ashamed to say this) manipulation, … Continue reading How do you practice honesty?
I moved to the states Because of state control Over a population Out of control But that’s not everything Everything could be Anything, Why was i given up? Up, they looked “This is the best for her” Her life will be better this way. Away we will give her, they said. And on July 5, … Continue reading I am Home: A Poem About Being Adopted
A gift I never gave to you remains in the box I bought it in.
A short poem about the significance behind a coffee mug.
This post was originally composed in February 2018. Falling for someone and moving on for the first time is like taking on a highway the first time you get behind the wheel: you've only seen driving from the passenger's side, but now you're living in the driver's seat. Everything happens so fast. I found myself … Continue reading The first heartbreak is like a car crash: sudden and painful
This post was originally composed in September 2017. It was published for the first time in September 2018. As children, we have fears of the darkness. We sleep with nightlights and ask our parents to stay with us for only "one more minute" just so we have enough time to dose off— I've never liked the … Continue reading Learning to feel the rain
When I was eight years old, my greatest fear was death. I hated the feeling of knowing that one day, I wouldn’t be able to walk this Earth again. I sunk myself in sadness thinking about not being able to see the trees, the sunlight— anything one day. I let these thoughts and fears of … Continue reading My biggest fear
When I was 20 years old, I failed. I struggled, and I grew (though I'm still 5 or so feet tall). My major pushed me to my limits and challenged me more on a personal level than I ever thought. I faced resistance I didn't think I would be able to, and I faced … Continue reading Life’s a bike ride: we fall and we continue to ride