You’re Not Alone

 I’ve been writing for 20 years—filling notebooks with poems I never knew would see the light of day. For 20 years, I have poured myself completely, relentlessly, into my writing. I write through what I go through. I bleed, heal, and grow through poetry.

Only once was writing not enough—even words couldn’t pick up the pieces of me. But beyond that dark time, I have always written through it all. Through the storms in my mind, through the moments that chip away at me slowly but surely, through the tears of joy and the moments that bring me to my knees, unsure if I can stand again, through the moments I’m not even sure if I’m sane. Poetry grounds me. 

Poetry flows through my veins. It is my lifeline, my peace, my war. It is everything. All I have ever wanted is for my words to touch hearts. For my poetry to be someone else’s survival guide. If I can reach just one person—if my words can let them know, I feel your pain—maybe that would be enough. Maybe that would make a difference.

I have spent years scouring Pinterest for quotes—searching for proof that someone, somewhere, has felt like me, even if just for a second. A reminder that it’s okay. That I am not alone.

That is why I write. So that my words can find someone who feels everything and nothing but can’t find the words. Someone who has lost all hope, with no one there to reach for their hand. Someway, somehow, I want my words to make the broken, the lonely, the empty feel whole, loved, and most importantly less alone.