Last week, I found myself frozen, my mind stalled, my words lost. In that quiet panic, what surfaced wasn’t just overwhelm, but a deeper truth: I still struggled to trust my emotions fully. The parts of me that feel raw, unfiltered, uncontainable. So I turned to the clouds for their symbolism to speak where logic couldn’t. From that space, this poem emerged, not as an answer, but as a remembering. Let it remind you that your inner weather is worthy of witnessing.

Written in February 2020. Tired of sitting in conversation where I felt ignored, irrelevant, judged, or naive because I do not have children. This poem is a nod to Motherhood as a societal and conscious role we take on, regardless of gender. Here, I also honour a photo of my own mother 1 week before she died. She, who came to accept, inform and be with my own version of motherhood.

The Devil's in Hell holds a very strong place in my heart. I wrote this poem having watched a documentary about the killing of young men in the heart of South African townships. I was struck by the nature of conflict here and how in the shadow of Nelson Mandela's death, a beautiful country was enduring yet another extreme struggle.

 "Eclipse of the mind" is a poem made up of discarded pieces from other poems. It is a collective consciousness.

I wrote "Cold Air" in London back in 2013 for a very dear friend of mine. It's a recount of her experience on a bus where a stranger's actions led her to wonder what had become of humanity and a sense of common decency.

I wrote "Carousel" in the Wittmore Hotel Barcelona one afternoon in October 2016. It's a poem about getting lost. Lost in ourselves, lost in others, lost in the circle of story and fantasy which we create.

I wrote 'Colour me Black' following one of many killings of young African American Teenagers on the streets of U.S Cities. I remember at the time feeling so enraged, helpless and lost. The madness of justifying violence against any human being is something which I simply find hard to be with.

I wrote "Since" about a man whom I had madly fallen for and yet it also reminds me of a country with which I have a great affinity. A symbolic poem about remembrance, taking the time to be mindful about that which fills us with joy and brings all our senses into unison.

A poem I wrote that speaks to transformation of the human soul when we begin to work on our shadow self. Releasing that which no longer serves us so that new energy can flow.