I started writing to survive girlhood. Now I write to gather up the fragments of what I left behind. What began as a coping mechanism has grown into a calling.

My poems are for times of wildflowers, and for times of wildfires too. They are simple enough to be shared like a note between friends, yet lush enough to press like a flower between the pages of your life. They are reminders for the heavy days and the quiet ones, for those moments you need tenderness.

I believe poetry isn’t only for English classrooms. Poems belong in our hands, tucked into the pockets of our raincoats. They can be medicine, or a small rebellion against shy silence.

Girlhood is hard, but you are not alone. That is the pulse beneath every line I write. If one poem carries you through the darkening night, then this work has done what it came here to do.