The Poetry

Finding Myself In A Rhythm

I’m finally finding myself in a rhythm soft enough for my spirit to breathe. A rhythm where I can exhale long and deep— not performing, not proving, not chasing approval...

Finding Myself In A Rhythm

I’m finally finding myself in a rhythm soft enough for my spirit to breathe. A rhythm where I can exhale long and deep— not performing, not proving, not chasing approval...

Candlestick

Sometimes I step outside myself just long enough to see what heaven might be doing through me. And there I am— not thunder, not a lighthouse splitting the sea—...

Candlestick

Sometimes I step outside myself just long enough to see what heaven might be doing through me. And there I am— not thunder, not a lighthouse splitting the sea—...

Execute the Life

I used to think life was a courtroom— every year a verdict, every birthday a quiet whisper asking: Did you fail? But failure, I learned, is often just a dream...

Execute the Life

I used to think life was a courtroom— every year a verdict, every birthday a quiet whisper asking: Did you fail? But failure, I learned, is often just a dream...

Dreamers

The indifferent often inherit kingdoms. They do not pray for the crown. They do not bleed for the vision. They simply stumble into power with soft and unwashed hands. Meanwhile—...

Dreamers

The indifferent often inherit kingdoms. They do not pray for the crown. They do not bleed for the vision. They simply stumble into power with soft and unwashed hands. Meanwhile—...

Still to be Determined

Burnout ain’t just a buzzword. It’s a body ache, a soul sag, a tired so deep no sleep can reach. We drag dreams through deadlines, chasing titles like trophies, pushing...

Still to be Determined

Burnout ain’t just a buzzword. It’s a body ache, a soul sag, a tired so deep no sleep can reach. We drag dreams through deadlines, chasing titles like trophies, pushing...

Red, White, Blue & Rhythm

I celebrate today— July 4th with full breath and bold sway. Not as an outsider peeking in, but as an heir to the soil beneath my melanated skin. Before a...

Red, White, Blue & Rhythm

I celebrate today— July 4th with full breath and bold sway. Not as an outsider peeking in, but as an heir to the soil beneath my melanated skin. Before a...