You will fail to find that passion you sparked in me when you lie with her, for she is the magnificent trees, but never a lush forest, and she is the ocean but never the surfer's waves, and she is the shoreline but never the dotted seabed, and she is the stars that light up for you, but never the sky that changes for you. And you, who wouldn't dare preserve and explore a forest, or ride the mighty waters, or drown inside the quicksand that I was, or push a little harder to reach the sky- I was too great in my being for you. It was not me that could not hold on to you, but it was you that could not hold on at all.
I write poems about mental health, identity, faith and relationships. My writing comes from my own personal experiences, and mental well-being; a place within me that reaches out to the world, wanting to confront issues that people need to talk about. I think my writing is a form of rebellion against systems which oppress through conformity rather than liberate the individual soul and mind. I am always ready to share my work and contribute to larger causes. It’s what drives me as a writer and a teacher. IG: @liminaling
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