Writing poetry is a process that requires finding a balance between sharing personal experience and letting the reader see themselves within the words.

I wrote this based on what I feel but can’t express to others in a straightforward manner, a sort of way to cope and constrain myself from my own mind.

In a break from my ordinary writing routine, I pieced this poem together over months, pulling parts from conversations hidden in shakshouka dishes, from gum stuck under pews I rarely sit on and the grating of Purim noisemakers. It’s a work of intention, even as I partially resisted its creation.

The Giraffe is a story about growing up, told through the eyes of a freakishly tall giraffe.

This poem is my definition of sunsets.

This story is about a woman named Lusia who was murdered on her nightly walk.

This poem is about my trust issues I was and in the end I was right to write this poem When writing this I was unsure now I know that this is what is calling to my soul.

I often heard my friends feeling dull around the holidays because the ”spirit” is not quite what it used to be.

This is a small story about a girl who is still in love and thinks about her ex.

This piece shows how stress and people’s attitudes towards someone can push them to the edge.

This poem is based off of the years I spent in middle school.

While writing this story, which I decided to call Cycle, I thought about turning into you the thing you hate.

Inspired by true experiences, I wrote ”Only In Passing” remembering the day a beloved horse passed away after a long battle with an ignored illness.

”Contrasting with the Sun” is the description of my walk as a young lady in life to a young woman in Christ.

I chose this specific piece out of my life to write out and share because I thought that it was an interesting part of my life.

It’s about the five stages of grief of losing a close family relative.

My work is a symbol of nonfiction and fiction mixed with horror.

For as long as I have lived I have adored Greek myth and none captivated my more than that of Psyche and Eros.

I was given a prompt to write this poem, the prompt was to write a request to God, but I didn’t know what to write because I am not religious and I had no requests.

Writing is so much more than just words on paper. It’s a therapist, of sorts.