This poem came from a small, ordinary moment, a cut on my finger. A cut that turned into something quietly reflective. I wasn’t seeking pain, but when it came, I chose to stay with it instead of pulling away. It felt like a guilt-free way of feeling something physical that mirrored what I was carrying…

The conversation displayed, is the sole reasoning for my presence here. I felt courageous and shared a journal entry with one of my closest friends, and that was his response. Starting a website/blog was not an idea of my own, therefore I feel it is only right to dedicate my first post to the whole…