As I laid in bed, warped tightly in a ball to combat the brutal winter chill I asked myself, Why do I write poetry? It’s not as popular of a medium as it was yesteryear. But I don’t write for popularity. I write to honor the experiences of life. But why poetry? Quite simply it’s the most honest, direct, and emotional way to tell the truth of life. Poetry is breathe on paper. It’s the heart beat of our experiences, failures, and happiness. It’s there to ask questions, to be unsure, and to share the things they have pained us the most.

I only write from the place of honesty, gratitude, and compassion. There’s no other way for me.