These words didn’t wake up one day wanting to be poetry.
They just showed up—
during sleepless nights,
in between daily chores,
or while my mind was clearly supposed to be doing something else.
I never planned to be a writer.
I was just thinking… thinking… and thinking some more.
Somewhere in all that overthinking,
a tiny dream popped up and said,
Why not write a book?
I shrugged.
I wrote.
And somehow, this happened.
