My heart is made of glass. Tap it once; And you’ll hear its melody and rhythm, Singing in tune with the universe. Tap it twice; And a crack might appear on the surface But do not be shaken, I have become accustomed to fixing my heart. The pink fluid confined…

If you hold on to your pain,

You feel guilty, don’t you? For being happy sometimes While others grieve, Drowning in oceans of their tears. . You feel guilty, don’t you? For being alive, While others have died, Kinder than you, smarter than you, younger than you. . You feel undeserving of good, Believing that there are…

I got used to the silence, Used to the lack of sound that was filled with your love. I had carved an oasis in my heart for you to abide in, But now it is empty, So the birds stopped singing, So the lakes there are now still, No waves…

If possible, read this poem out loud.

When I close my eyes, I see nonna making tea, My cousins picking berries, And my parents laughing at a forgotten joke. . When I close my eyes, I see the mountains of Rwanda Yet I see not with eyes but with blood. In darkness, I see my history, I …

I worry too much. I worry about everything and everyone and anything. I worry that the people I love will look at my shadows, then never see my light. I worry that humanity will fall on its ego and land in its grave, And I worry that I worry so…

I am open to knowing your truth,

I am a Wounded Healer