“And as she looked on down the road. The weight of it was quite the load. And the helping hand has gone ahead. And the thoughts and prayers had been given and said. And the footprints trailing her do press. And the wind does twist and spin to confess. And the tree roots pull for justice due.. and the humming calls her onward through.. to the end that crawls.. and in the shadows crease.. and the hearts begging for darkness to release.”

“This book of poetry is a eulogy of what used to be.. this eulogy is for the old me. Eulogy for the memories.. Eulogy for the one that cries. Eulogy for the one who hides. Eulogy of the elder lies. Eulogy for the conditioned ties.”

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My passion for writing has grown this year in lieu of navigating a homicide and reviewing generational trauma. I have found peace through writing.

After traversing shared death experiences I have learned more about myself and reflected on many stages of my life with new understanding.

These books are set to provoke healing, promote visual expanse of personal understanding and inspire others to write their own story from their view of life's mirrors.. welcome truth and walk in light, no more steeling ourselves in shadows comforting night.