Analysing and navigating through a range of identities.

This poem delves into the insecurities that people face when they imagine what their metaphorical “box” may have inside.

“I wonder if being in a romantic relationship is the unquestioned prerequisite to being accepted-then-respected in most societies. It's almost to say that if you're "with" someone, you must somehow be lovable, or at least likable.”

I‘ve been trapped in this narrative of “not fitting in” and disliking myself so much so that true self-love has been foreign to me. In fact, it’s been so much easier sitting in this place of self-hate than working towards anything else.

My creativity longs to dance with the winds of my thoughts.

Good things can and will happen to you.

In my sunflower state of mind, there was peace, there was time and there was me.

“Closing her eyes and beginning to run her right fingers through the strings playing the tune of her soul, she softened.”

Dissected, chopped and carved, like a butcher’s plaything / I am repeatedly punished everywhere I reside.