SELECTED WORK

I am the gravel beneath my feet,

The pen that carves the paper.

I am the heart,

Systole sings my name.

Frozen by fear,

The road less traveled is my inevitable course.

I have no refuge but uncertainty,

And I refuse a life of serfdom.

Many speak of passion,

Their words cheapen the intensity of blood.

Allow me to show you what the heart can be.

How slabs of concrete and iron bars can proliferate into beauty.

I can hear it calling.

Honorable servitude. Unrelenting dedication.

My name on the tip of its tongue for far too long.

Let me show you what love can create.

Blood rushing,

Heart pounding,

With this undying conviction,

I become the heart.

Fatal words, cast iron.

Solace in soil, these roots are all I have

Tell me now,

Do you see me merely as these roots,

Or am I more?

My body is my cage,

My soul indentured to the feeling of pain.

Creation leaves my iron will smoldering,

To be forged is to be set free.

To loathe is to love.

To be discontent,

To fight to meld into more.

Iron-Gilded self-care.

Contentment is alien to me.

I fight for growth,

Disconcerned with the flames,

The fire of creation leaves me numb.

I feel at home with this feeling.

The unnerving weight of my actions is felt at every instance,

Enough to bring stone to dust.

My heart remains full-metal.

"The Heart"

Love is nature's best anticoagulant. In this poem, I wanted to materialize the passion I carry on my sleeve everyday.

"Full-Metal"

Call me clichéd, but the imagery of a rose growing from cement has always captivated me. This work aims to capture the emotional response that the image evokes in me.