The Cages We Built

I'm a poet for the lovers, dreamers and believers. For the hope give-ups and the heart beat ups. If you live to read rhyme, you will love the lines in mine.

The mind. The heart. The war and rebellions of both. A poem is meant to make you think, or make you feel.

The Cages We Built builds up like a house, brick by brick revealing what is truly meant by the title of the book.

Self-love and mental health are a major takeaway. But what's a good poetry collection without a little love, lust and heartbreak?

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Ain't what's bad supposed to eventually leave you alone?

All along I've had me

Happy me and sad me

Ain't what's good supposed to eventually find in you a home?

Don't fall for the pretending of things

When they go wrong, it's not what it seems

Don't shrivel your throat with silent screams

Silence is enlightening but sometimes it dims

I am learning to fall

And what it means to fly

I am learning to let go

Of what doesn't want to be mine

I am kissing myself

In a calm breeze

I am finally able

To anticipate my most intimate needs