A storyteller, heart in hand,
I write the things you'd understand.
From whispered dreams and silent cries,
I build new worlds where spirit flies.

Each chapter holds a part of me 
The pain, the hope, the mystery.
The prayers I spoke with trembling grace,
The strength I found in broken space.

I write for hearts that bear the rain,
For quiet souls that carry pain.
For those who feel they don't belong,
I give them voice, I make them strong.

My tales aren't just for tales' delight,
They're lifelines shining through the night.
With magic laced in every thread,
With truth in every word that's said.

You'll meet the ones who fought and fell,
But rose again from their own hell.
Girls who rise with fire in eyes,
Boys who reach beyond the skies.

In every realm where shadows grow,
There still remains a gentle glow.
If you have longed to feel, to see 
Then you might find yourself in me.

Though I am new, I still believe,
That words can heal, that words can grieve.
They shift the soul, they mend the seam,
They breathe new life into a dream.

So if you've read this far - hello,
Your presence here means more than show.
You are the spark behind each line,
The silent muse in every sign.

Welcome to the world I weave,
Where even scars are not naïve.
Where ink makes real what once was sealed 
And all you lost... becomes revealed.


Broken soul 
Drowned with own thoughts
Try'na escape reality


 #WriterOfDreams #FromHeartToPaper