Poetry

Poetry was my earliest form of art, it started as a coping mechanism and evolved into a practice I could be proud of. Since it has been a way to get the uglier emotions out, I have to put a trigger warning for the entire section: self-harm, suicide, panic attacks, anxiety, depression, and eating disorder. Mental health deserves to be talked about, the taboo put on it makes endless people feel alone and misunderstood, this is why I dare to share.

Year

Year is a series of poems about each of the sabbats and full moons around the pagan wheel of the year.

November, 2019

Evolution of A Crisis

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