All Their Projections is a clinical and moral dissection of narcissistic defence, examining how projection functions not as a momentary lapse, but as a structural necessity within narcissistic pathology. Drawing on psychological language and diagnostic insight, this poem exposes the mechanisms by which shame, guilt, and aggression are expelled and reassigned to others in order to preserve grandiosity and avoid accountability. It interrogates the violence of moral inversion—where the harmed are recast as perpetrators and truth itself becomes a threat—and reveals projection not as power, but as evidence of a psyche organized around evasion rather than integrity. This is a poem that names the system, not just the damage.

Attitude of Gratitude interrogates the difference between performative positivity and lived, authentic gratefulness. Rather than presenting gratitude as a prescribed mindset, this poem explores it as a slow, earned orientation—one that cannot bypass pain or be adopted on command. With philosophical restraint, it traces the space between knowing and embodying, acknowledging the work required to arrive at gratitude without denying truth. This is a poem about refusing spiritual shortcuts, choosing authenticity over optics, and trusting that real gratefulness emerges not through posture, but through presence.

Listening to Brené Brown and Walking in the Woods is a meditation on healing that resists drama and instead returns to wonder. Rather than recounting pain directly, this poem follows the subtle reawakening that happens when insight meets movement, and when the natural world offers its steady, ancient reassurance. It reflects on the sacredness of breath, body, and belonging, suggesting that meaning—and even divinity—are found not in answers, but in the shared continuity of life itself. This is a poem about remembering how to be present, and about the soft, enduring companionship of healing as it unfolds.

Pushing Harder is a meditation on disciplined ambition—the kind rooted in responsibility rather than fear. This poem examines the drive to create, build, and refine across every aspect of life, while refusing to romanticize exhaustion or credit suffering for strength. It acknowledges the cost of relentless momentum, the lessons learned through fracture and failure, and the evolution from force to discernment. Ultimately, this poem celebrates perseverance as a cultivated skill: a form of intelligence that knows when to press forward, when to listen, and how to pursue excellence without turning ambition into self-harm.

Boxes reflects on the subtle, often well-intentioned ways we organize our relationships—and the unseen cost of that order. Rather than condemning the impulse to define roles, this poem examines how categorization can quietly limit intimacy, curiosity, and growth. It considers what is lost not through conflict or refusal, but through assumption: the connections that never deepen because they were never allowed to. This is a meditation on the difference between kindness and openness, and on the expansive possibilities that remain untouched when we mistake clarity for completion.

(I Didn’t Just Survive Them) I Outgrew Them reframes survival as a threshold rather than an identity. This poem moves beyond the language of endurance to explore what happens after harm is metabolized—when growth creates distance, scale, and perspective that render former threats irrelevant. It is not concerned with proving resilience or revisiting injury, but with naming the quiet power of expansion: the moment when a life becomes too large to be shaped by those who tried to contain it. This poem stands as a declaration of arrival—not back to who one was, but forward into something bigger.

The Ones Who Couldn’t Stop examines the moral failure at the centre of sustained harm: the refusal to interrupt oneself. This poem shifts focus from the survivor to those who perpetuate cruelty not because they must, but because stopping would require accountability, effort, and change. It interrogates how violence is normalized through momentum, how harm is passed forward under the guise of inevitability, and how those who cannot stop often resent anyone who proves that stopping was always a choice. This is a poem about repetition as cowardice—and about the quiet threat posed by anyone who steps out of the cycle.

I Just Kind Of Stopped is a poem about what happens when harm is pushed so far that stopping becomes the only remaining act of agency. It explores the moment when survival no longer looks like fighting back, but like stepping out of reach altogether—refusing to continue feeding cruelty, manipulation, and collective violence. Through the imagery of vultures and harbingers, the poem reframes withdrawal not as defeat, but as a strategic and transformative victory. This is a poem about choosing containment over collapse, silence over spectacle, and discovering that what looks like an ending can become the beginning of freedom.

It Must Be Amazing examines the internal architecture of narcissistic self-protection—the psychological mechanisms that allow harm to be inflicted without ever being owned. This poem dissects the quiet brilliance with which responsibility is deflected, memory is rewritten, and accountability is transformed into accusation. Rather than centring the damage itself, it exposes the systems of thought that make such damage possible, illuminating how blame is off-loaded and innocence preserved at all costs. This is a poem about the privilege of never reckoning—and the invisible labour carried by those left to absorb what someone else refuses to hold.

You Know Who You’re Getting Into Bed With is a reckoning disguised as prophecy. This poem examines the conscious choice to align with instability, exploitation, and scorched-earth power, and the dangerous illusion that proximity to destruction offers protection. Drawing on the myth of those who would rather rule over ashes than relinquish control, it exposes the lie of mutual assured destruction and reminds the reader that complicity does not grant immunity. This is a poem about knowing—and choosing anyway—and about the kind of ruin that remembers exactly who stood where when the fire was lit.

I Was Never Beautiful rejects the narrow, conditional definitions of beauty placed on women and interrogates the cost of being valued primarily for appearance. Rather than mourning what was withheld, this poem reclaims the deliberate choice to want more—to seek substance, impact, and selfhood over admiration. It speaks to the hunger to be taken seriously in a world that rewards palatability, and to the power of building an identity rooted in growth, intellect, and presence rather than something time can erode. This is a poem about choosing depth over decoration, and becoming over being seen.

Trapped In Your Obsession confronts the rarely named violence of being watched, tracked, and emotionally claimed without consent. Written to collapse the distance between reader and subject, this poem immerses the body in the experience of unwanted fixation—the slow erosion of safety, autonomy, and selfhood that occurs when someone refuses to let go. It explores how obsession masquerades as care, how attention can become a form of restraint, and how being seen without being respected can make even existence feel unsafe. This is a poem about the cost of being made into an object—and the quiet, defiant survival of those who endure it.

Metallica VS. Megadeth uses one of rock music’s most enduring rivalries as a metaphor for the quiet damage of comparison and the radical freedom that comes from choosing self-alignment over envy. It explores how success can still feel hollow when it is built in reaction to someone else’s trajectory—and how true mastery arrives only when the gaze turns inward. This poem traces the shift from fear-driven striving to self-possessed growth, ultimately claiming a hard-won truth: greatness is not measured against others, but defined by the moment you stop listening for who’s ahead and start becoming inevitable yourself.

The Pull of Forward is a meditation on the ancient, almost animal force that lives beneath human ambition—the instinct not merely to survive, but to move, to seek, to become. It explores the uneasy truth that stillness, even when safe, can feel like a kind of erasure, and that our desire to grow is not a flaw to be corrected but an inheritance written into our bodies. This poem speaks to the part of us that refuses complacency, that listens for the horizon even when life is comfortable, and that understands forward motion not as greed or restlessness, but as reverence for being alive.

Maybe She Is Sad? is a meditation on the complicated alchemy of cruelty—how some people move through the world wounding others not out of power, but out of an unspoken, unendurable sorrow. This poem considers the possibility that beneath hostility lies grief, that beneath arrogance lies ruin, and that behind even the sharpest behaviour may be a story of squandered potential and unmet promise. It doesn’t excuse the harm inflicted; instead, it explores the quiet, difficult work of understanding it, of holding sorrow and accountability in the same hand. Ultimately, this piece becomes an exploration of forgiveness—not as reconciliation, but as a sacred act of self-preservation, a compassionate distance that honours healing without reopening old wounds. 💚

The Story in Every Heart is a reminder of the vast, unseen worlds carried inside every person we pass on the street. It speaks to the quiet epics unfolding behind ordinary faces—stories shaped by wounds, resilience, small mercies, and private turning points that no one else will ever fully understand. This poem invites the reader to soften, to recognize that every heart is a universe of what was survived, what was lost, what was learned, and what is still tender and unfinished. At its core, it’s an ode to empathy: a call to look at others, and at ourselves, with the reverence that only the knowledge of hidden stories can bring. 💚

The Least of Her is a meditation on the difference between surface and essence—on how the world often fixates on external beauty while missing the deeper, more extraordinary qualities that truly define a being. This poem reflects on presence as a form of wisdom, love as a quiet absolution, and gentleness as a force capable of reshaping a life. It explores the idea that the most remarkable individuals are rarely remarkable for the reasons others assume; their radiance may draw attention, but their soul is what rewrites us. This piece is, at its heart, a celebration of a rare and indescribable kind of companionship—one whose truest brilliance exists far beneath the visible, in a place only the heart can see. 💚

It Goes On is a meditation on life’s most unyielding truth: continuity. This poem explores the quiet, inexorable momentum of existence—the way time advances with or without our permission, reshaping us through loss, joy, resilience, and the ordinary days that blur between them. It speaks to the human desire for meaning and control, and the humbling realization that life remains indifferent to both our triumphs and our devastations. Yet within that indifference lies a strange mercy: if nothing lasts forever, neither does suffering; if life insists on moving forward, we are invited—again and again—to rise with it. At its heart, this piece reflects on the profound grace hidden in life’s persistence and the way we, too, continue in spite of everything. 💚

The Things We Carry Into Tomorrow is a meditation on the quiet, undeniable truth that we are shaped not by what we leave behind, but by what remains with us. This poem explores the way our past selves—broken, brave, unfinished, radiant—continue to travel with us, forming the hidden architecture of who we become. Rather than treating our history as something to discard, it reframes it as a teacher: a set of instructions in resilience, tenderness, and self-understanding. At its heart, this poem is an invitation to see ourselves as whole rather than fragmented, to recognize that every version of us has contributed to the person standing here now, carrying both the weight and the wisdom of everything that came before. 💚

The Year That Waits for Us is a gentle, hopeful meditation on beginnings—not the loud, sweeping kind we imagine, but the quiet ones that arrive slowly and reshape us in ways we only recognize later. This poem speaks to the soft discipline of hope, the courage it takes to keep moving forward, and the truth that a new year isn’t magic in itself, but an invitation to become someone truer. It honours the heaviness we carry from the months behind us while reminding us that the future is still tender, still forming, still full of possibility. At its heart, this piece is a reassurance: the best parts of your story are not gone. They are waiting—just ahead, just within reach, ready to unfold when you are. 💚

Some moments arrive softly but alter everything—quiet, glowing turning points that split our lives into a before and an after. The Way the Lantern Light Found You captures one of those enchanted instants: the hush of fate gathering, the shimmer of recognition, the gentle magic that happens when two paths finally converge. It’s lyrical and luminous, evoking that Enchanted/Lover/Renegade energy while reflecting the heart of my Songs to Stories novellas—each one built around the precise moment a life changes direction. This poem celebrates that spark, that breath, that lantern glow that says: here is where the story shifts. 💚

The Things We Learn Too Late is a meditation on the slow, intricate way life reveals its meaning—never in sudden certainties or tidy revelations, but in fragments, in overlooked details, in ordinary days that accumulate into something extraordinary only in hindsight. This poem reflects on how we spend so much of our lives searching for answers we aren’t yet ready to understand, believing meaning must be discovered rather than noticed. It’s a reminder that we are shaped not by grand moments, but by small mercies, quiet choices, and the soft unfolding of time. In the end, it suggests that life is less about mastery than attention—and that the truths art can give us are often the ones that arrive gently, piece by piece, when we finally learn how to see. 💚

We Were All New Once is a quiet meditation on the inevitability of time—how we begin our lives unmarked and full of promise, believing the future will unfurl itself in soft, radiant colours. This poem captures the ache of watching that early hope tarnish under the slow pressure of living: the way aging, repetition, disappointment, and simple survival dull the shine we once carried so effortlessly. It’s an elegy for the versions of ourselves who dreamed without hesitation, and a gentle acknowledgment of how hard it is to keep believing when the world has worn us down. Yet beneath its sorrow is a flicker of persistence—a recognition that even cracked, weathered, and weary, we still reach instinctively toward the light that shaped us. 💚

Had One Thing Gone Differently is a meditation on the staggering improbability of love—how two lives, shaped by countless choices, accidents, and near-misses, can still collide with breathtaking precision. This poem explores the fragile architecture of existence, the way a single deviation in timing or circumstance could have unravelled the entire future, and the profound gratitude that rises from recognising the one timeline in which everything aligned. It is both cosmic and intimate, an acknowledgment of how easily our paths could have diverged and how extraordinary it is that they didn’t. At its heart, this poem is a love letter to the miracle of finding your person in a world governed by chaos—and the quiet awe of knowing that, against every odd, you ended up here together. 💚

This poem, Control, reaches deep into the psychology of domination to explore the kind of “love” that is anything but loving. Though it draws on universal truths about narcissistic behaviour—the hunger for ownership, the manipulation disguised as tenderness—it is rooted firmly in the world of my fiction. The voice behind these lines belongs to Luca, a character readers will first meet in my debut novel On the Edge of After. Luca is a man who mistakes obsession for devotion, who wields empathy as a weapon, and whose desire is not to cherish, but to govern. This poem serves as a prism through which to understand him: not a monster born, but a man shaped by entitlement, fragility, and the relentless pursuit of control masquerading as love. 💚

Depression is often spoken about in metaphors—storms, shadows, sinking ships—but the lived reality is far quieter, heavier, and more invisible than most people realise. I Can’t Get Up gives voice to that crushing stillness, to the kind of exhaustion that makes even the simplest acts feel insurmountable. It’s a poem about the way joy becomes distant, how once-beloved comforts lose their colour, and how the body can feel pinned in place by a weight no one else can see. This piece doesn’t offer solutions or silver linings; instead, it offers truth—an unflinching look at the gravity of depression and the courage it takes simply to survive it. 💚

Christmas in the eighties was its own kind of magic—handmade, imperfect, and stitched together with the wide-eyed belief that beauty could hold a family in place. This poem looks back on those seasons of plastic holly, chipped gold stars, rainbow lights, and window paint that dried too quickly in the cold. It remembers the shortbreads mailed across the country, the stockings hung a little too close to danger, and the small rituals that felt enormous through a child’s gaze. But beneath the nostalgia lies a quieter truth: that sometimes the memories we polish were already cracked, that the wonder we recall was laid over something fragile and aching. This is a poem about honouring what was beautiful, acknowledging what was broken, and choosing—at last—to build something sturdier for the future. 🎄

There are moments in life when losing someone becomes the catalyst for finding ourselves—when heartbreak doesn’t just break us, but reforges us into someone stronger, braver, and truer than we ever imagined. The Version of Me You Never Met explores that electric transformation: the way we grow beyond the people who once defined us, and become the version of ourselves they never stayed long enough—or cared enough—to witness. It’s a poem steeped in reinvention and reclamation, echoing the self-forged arcs at the heart of your Songs to Stories novellas. This piece honours the woman who emerges after the storm: luminous, unshakeable, and finally her own. 💚

Softness is so often misunderstood—as weakness, as fragility, as something the world can break without consequence. But survival has never belonged exclusively to the hard or the unfeeling; it has always belonged to those who continue to rise with their tenderness intact. The Soft Animal of Me Refuses to Die is a poem about that quiet, defiant endurance—the kind that rebuilds itself in silence, that refuses to let cruelty turn it to stone, that insists on meeting each day with a vulnerable but unshakable heart. It’s a love letter to the gentleness that saved you when nothing else could. 💚

There are days when trying feels less like ambition and more like punishment — like every hope I dare to hold becomes another reason to run headlong into the same unyielding barrier. I keep pushing, keep believing, keep throwing every piece of myself at a world that refuses to shift even an inch for me. And every time I hit that wall, I lose a little more of who I was before the impact. The World Is a Wall is what it feels like to keep hoping anyway, to keep colliding with something that will never open, never let me through, never choose me back. It’s the truth of living a life where the world stands solid and unmoved, and I’m the one who breaks. 💚