I remember with sufficient clarity where I first gave birth to my first poem. It was in high school. However, what was planted as a small seed of self-expression would grow and be transformed into a field of different shades of my life’s experiences: both sweet and vinegary. As you read, you will become a witness to clear demonstrations of novice attempts, which metamorphose into signs of matured expressions and an unmistakable gentle growth of a pure love for poetry. My love for poetry always kept the wick burning to continually express passions and experiences aesthetically. Nevertheless, while some of my poems are simply the result of my imagination, there are some that are wrapped around the lives of other people. Today, what you hold in your hands is a testament of a journey of survival and the will to keep on moving. Enjoy reading!