A poem to the moon that shone the night I realized the strength behind my own voice
A poem about the night I shared my short story at the Birmingham Arts Journal gathering this week. I'm grateful to be chosen as a contributor and I'm excited to continue to share my words on various platforms.
“It doesn't matter how many people are watching...your best is the only acceptable form of expression.”
As I’ve grown up, I’ve noticed myself losing hold of that childhood wonder and joy. I fear I’m forgetting to smell the roses and find value in the simple things in life.