At The End of The Day
Poetry is a universal language of rhyme and reason. As a poet, I write to make sense of chaos. It was William Wordsworth who once claimed that the poet’s duty was to recollect, in tranquility, thoughts made in state of Sublime chaos. It is undeniable as humanity faces a global crisis currently of war, disease and near-madness, that we all could use moments of tranquility to not only recollect, but to repair ourselves. This is what my poetry does for people, my poetry helps people to reflect and to heal. My Poetry is honest, raw and passionate. The current state of the world is desensitising people to the ability to feel the lightness of a moment of tranquility in which, like gazing into a stream, one can reflect and catch a wave of a thought, only for their unfaithful mind to elope onto another.
