Poetry as a Mirror: How Creative Expression Revealed My True Self
If you know me personally — or if you’ve read my book — you probably know this already:
I never set out to be a writer, a poet, or an author.
Writing was not my dream.
It wasn’t on my vision board.
It wasn’t a title I ever aspired to claim.
But sometimes your soul chooses its own way to express itself — whether you planned for it or not.
For me, that way was poetry.
Poetry, words, self-expression — they’re simply gifts that flow through me.
They’re not something I sat down and decided to master.
They’re just the language my soul naturally speaks.
And once I realized that, I had to learn how to honor it —
To stop resisting it.
To stop minimizing it.
To allow it to be what it needed to be, not just for me, but for others too.
What I love most about this gift isn't really about the poetry itself.
It’s about what poetry creates:
The conversations it starts.
The emotions it stirs.
The connections it makes between me and others.
Through writing, I’m able to reach people I would have never otherwise touched — not because I tried to, but because the words came from such a real place.
Poetry has also been a mirror for me.
It shows me what I’m really feeling.
It shows me what I’m really thinking.
It helps me process things I sometimes don’t even realize I’m carrying until the words land on the page.
Every time I sit down and allow the words to come through, I meet myself more deeply.
I learn something new.
I hear something inside me I hadn’t fully listened to yet.
Poetry gives to me first — and then it gives to others.
That’s why I continue to write.
That’s why, even though you won’t catch me doing open mic nights or calling myself a "spoken word artist,"
I still keep creating.
Because the gift isn’t about performance.
It’s about connection.
It’s about presence.
It’s about truth.
And when something brings you closer to your truth — and invites others to find their truth too — that’s a gift worth honoring, even if it wasn’t the dream you chose.