My Poetry Story

I’ve loved the written word for as long as I can remember. Poetry, especially, has always felt like a sacred language — one that speaks what ordinary words cannot.

I began writing at 13, quietly exploring the depths of my inner world. It was a private ritual, a way to slow down and reclaim myself in a fast-moving world.

At 16, my English teacher saw something in me. She encouraged me to submit my poem Winter to a writing competition — and that moment marked the beginning of something much deeper.

I didn’t know it then, but those early poems were the roots of a lifelong journey.

WHAT THE SILENCE GAVE ME

My first poetry book

“Fiercely hold on to the uniqueness that is you. It is your gift to yourself and to the world ”
— Maya Angelou

In the quietest hours, when the world fell away, I listened — and the silence answered.

What the Silence Gave Me is my debut collection, born from heartbreak, healing, and deep self-remembering. These poems trace the path of transformation — from loss to clarity, stillness to selfhood — revealing what waits when we finally sit with ourselves.

Creating this book has been one of the greatest joys of my life. It reawakened my love for the written word and brought me closer to wholeness. Woven through its pages are pieces of me — some written over a decade ago — held together by truth and transformation.

Through raw confessions, cosmic wonder, and ancestral echoes, I invite you into a return: to voice, to fire, to the divine in the quiet.

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Featured Poems

Thank you for reading.

These poems are pieces of my becoming. If something here moved you, then my words have spoken.

With love,
Henrietta

  • Looks are deceiving —
    smiles tell a thousand lies,
    faintly hiding the misery
    that reigns in my heart.

    The world pushes and pulls
    in ways I do not want —
    a path dead and decayed,
    eroded by winds and time.

    Leave me here,
    alone in the dead lands.
    Where only dust knows my name,
    where time will wash me clean.

  • Follow me
     to the start—
     to the space between then and now,
     in the waiting,
     in the becoming.

    I sit here
     in silence,
     in stillness,
     in knowing.

    I feel the soil beneath my feet,
     the heat on my brow,
     the wind in my ears,
     the shivers on my skin.

    The scent of you draws closer.
     I watch the space between us collapse.

    Our souls align.
     Longing stirs—
     here,
     in this moment.

    It won’t be long now
     before we meet.

    So, I wait
     in the silence of knowing,
     in this space
     between then and now.

  • My heart was with nature.
    My feet felt the heat—
    in crimson summer—
    long before I knew
    this earthly soil…

    Long before my soul
    chose my body—

    She was the music.
    She was reason,
    rhyme,
    and truth.

    Before I took form,
    before I took flight,
    I was beauty.
    I was love.
    I was a distant star
    whose radiance
    defied capture.

    I used to call it a curse—
    this life of mine—
    a life the others envied
    in silence,
    and in screams.

    They saw the glow,
    not the burn.
    They saw the fire,
    not the forging.

    I scorched the earth
    with my gaze.
    And my voice,
    I sang a song so wistful,
    I moved to a rhythm
    only the ancestors knew.

    Somehow,
    I forgot
    this sentient glow,
    the heat within me,
    this solar tide—
    these luminous skies.

    But I will never forget the star
    that blessed me
    a thousand years ago—

    before I took form,
    before I took flight.
    I was nature.
    I was music and soul.
    I was the sun.

  • Le hasard était atypique,
    Calme de nature,
    Et pourtant, si turbulent.

    Il est arrivé
    Alors que je menais
    Une vie tranquille,
    Peu curieuse,
    Trop sérieuse.

    Son éclat m’a secouée,
    A failli m’étouffer,
    M’a figée sur place.

    J’ai stoppé un instant
    Pour respirer,
    Pour ausculter sa présence
    Avec curiosité.

    Tout a changé.
    Rien n’est comme avant.
    Cette vie-là
    N’est plus à moi.
    Une autre m’attend —
    me promettant
    La lune et le soleil
    les fleuves et les océans.

    Elle me dit :
    Ne crains rien.
    Plonge dans l’abondance.
    Éveille ta curiosité,
    Brise tes chaînes,
    Peins ton destin
    De couleurs diaprées.

    Le hasard m’annonce l’avenir —
    Que je l’accepte ou non,
    Je suis à l’écoute.
    Et je le serai,
    À tout jamais

  • Non posso dir che il cuor sia familiare,
    né il corpo lo voglia abbracciare.
    Pace, calma e serenità,
    dentro ormai son realtà,
    e in me tutto vuole restare.

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“I was the sun.”

A reflection on “Summer Heat”

Summer Heat is a remembrance — a return to origin. It speaks from the perspective of a soul that has always carried light, even when it forgets. The poem explores what it means to be born of nature, of music, of cosmic fire… and to lose touch with that truth in the noise of the world.

It navigates the tension between perception and reality: the glow others see versus the burn that is experienced. The poem becomes a quiet rebellion against invisibility, against being misunderstood — and in its final lines, it rises into full self-recognition.

To say I was the sun is not just a metaphor. It is a reclaiming. A declaration. A truth spoken not from ego, but from memory.

This piece is for anyone who has ever dimmed themselves to be accepted, who has ever mistaken their power for a flaw, who has ever forgotten how divine their essence truly is.

May it remind us all:
We were never lost.
We were always the light.