Who are you underneath all that the world has made you into? — To me, the words in my head started as this: “Be here, be wilder.” It was a life motto I had in my head for a while. A reminder to be present. And in being present, decide to be more wild. Decide to be brave, free, messy, uncontrolled and daring…

a poem, for my broken optimism in repair. — I lost my glasses. The rose colored ones. Actually, i’m not sure if I lost them, or someone stepped on them, or maybe they’re just in repair. Either way- It’s like the world is clear, and foggy and dark and bright all at once and it’s exhausting looking at reality without…

A metaphor for perseverance, timing and a little faith. Growing up, my family ate a lot of pasta. One of my favorite memories is running into the kitchen with my dad and throwing not one, but many strands of spaghetti against the wall. I’d call it one of my favorite…

Why I hit the reset button and chose to begin again, and again. — Why I hit MY reset button. The “reset button,” I’m speaking of is a metaphorical button. You wake up, you sit at the edge of your bed, reach over to your night stand and hit that big red “reset” button and you say to yourself: “Today is going to be different, because I’ve decided so. I…

A poem for the little kid in me — Being a kid is to be covered in a mess, while trying to color inside the lines. The purpose is never perfection, Just to find hues that combine. Like a chocolate brown popsicle mouth Licking greasy orange pizza fingers. Or a shirt stained in red Gatorade, And shoes soaking from the blue rain. What…

The benefits of learning to embrace the silence. — As I try to imagine all the difficulties I’ve faced, I keep coming back to the benefits my hearing loss has given me. I’m a confident, fearlessly adaptable person, a crazy good listener, and I’m in love with observing the cute subtleties of being human. …

A poem, for the madness — I crave for the nerves that burst in the palms of my hands when my heart’s on fire. There’s something wild in small desires like hazel eyes under dim lights or curly hair sitting just right. Or the space between your hand and mine. So I linger, and linger, and linger…

Do the things that make you feel wild, messy and free. — Every year around my birthday I get extra emotional. I write in reflection about who I’ve become in the last year. I make plans with only my immediate family for dinner, cake and presents at home. …

A poem, because I love the way my body turns in waves over you — I am overjoyed And slightly out of words Because I love the way My body turns in waves over you. The way my heart goes missing, Heart strings getting twisted into you. Foggy eyes trying not to stare at you. Lost in the piercing knot of my throat Because I want to speak. I…