At the end of last year, I wrote a little poetry collection called Shackles and Scissors. I hesitated before deciding to share this collection because it is always daunting putting your creative work out into the world, especially when it’s close to your heart, as these poems are. I put a lot of (quite real) sweat and tears into these poems, wanting to capture the rawness of loss in a way that not only speaks truthfully to my own life but to others’ as well.
Already I look back at some of these poems and cringe, because they’ll always be works in progress to me, but eventually you have to let go of your darlings, and I think a little imperfection is what makes poetry so human.
Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I tortured writing it!
The link to the collection, again: Shackles and Scissors