I always write when it’s hard,when the world feels heavyand the stars are silent witnesses…
In the quiet of the morning, I trace the outlines of dreams half-formed…
This foreign thing inside me is roaringwith a voice unrestrained, suddenI feel its…
I am stepping aside from the role I’ve played as your fortress, your shield in the…
Will you remember me When I was your lighthouse Guiding you through the storm…
I wonder, am I the subject of that praise?
Medium — where every keystroke resonates in the tapestry of…