These poems were written in raw moments - late nights, heavy thoughts, quiet prayers, and bursts of hope. They carry pain, love, anger, faith, doubt, and the stubborn will to keep going.
Some pages scream. Some whisper. Some talk directly to God. Others talk to a woman, to family, to the devil, or to myself. They are unpolished and honest, the way life usually is.
If you find yourself in any of these lines - crying, fighting, loving, or searching - then these words have already done what they were meant to do.
Welcome to my truth.
Walk with me for a while.