Below or Above
I am bewitched by the pain
Of falling face first in love
And the freedom found
In falling out.
Either below or above,
I have not yet learned
How to simply sustain love.
This is the opening poem from my first book. I wrote it when I was 20 years old, and I didn’t realize I would still feel the same way at 30. It has become the inspiration for an entirely different book. A chronological poetry collection that spans puppy love, engagement, marriage, and divorce. Writing this was hell, but I am so excited to share it with you!