A Space etween Rains:
The road was not easy. In the hardest times, I found myself turning to the empty page when there was no place else to go and no one else I dared to tell. I wrote in secret, and what I wrote began to show me who I was. I poured out my loneliness, my regret, my despair at the cost of the choices I had made, my fragile hopes, and my fierce blind seeking for something more. Poetry was my one true mirror, my refuge, my therapy, my small voice singing in the silence, and ultimately my salvation.