So this is a poet’s prayer. Hear me roar through the metaphors. For who I was is never again, and who I am is forever more.

This is a letter I wrote for the woman I believe is my birth mother—on her birthday. It’s full of hope, honesty, and the ache of years apart

How many times have you asked, “Why me?” How many times have you questioned your circumstances, “How much longer?”

A truth, a voice for anyone who’s ever felt like the sheet, tucked into someone else’s version of love, but never quite covered.