I’ve been writing poetry as long as I can remember.  I still own copies of poetry I wrote at eight years old, about fluffy bunnies and the sunshine. Despite this I have always held back from putting my writing on a public platform such as this. Partly because of the same self-doubt most creative people feel, but I think it also comes from a fear of how those I know will interpret what I have written.

For the most part a death will evoke more emotion in me than a birth, the story of someone who has been abused will likely inspire me more to write than one of someone saved. Maybe that means I am a dark person, I don’t know. What I do know is that some people then read what I have written and assume I have led a more unfortunate life than the children in Lemony Snicket’s series.
Not everything I write about is personal to me.
Sometime it is, but often I’m just a voice.

That being said, one of my favourite things about poetry is that it is open to individual interpretation so, although I have written this opening to protect myself from assumption, please read my poetry, enjoy it or hate it however you like.
Just remember, don’t believe everything you read.


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