This collection is written in rhyme, not to follow rules, but to follow rhythm.
The rhythm of heartbeats, of healing, of hurt and hope.
These poems are a journey through emotion and experience,
a voice for the ones who have stayed silent for too long.
I write not to impress, but to express.
To reach the women who cries behind the dishes.
The man who's forgotten how to feel, the child still hidden
in the adult skin.
If it rhymes, it's because the words wanted to sing.
If it doesn't, it's because the truth needed space.
Either way, this is poetry- and it's mine.
