About

“Life is suffering… and yet.”

I write the span of days. Joy and sorrow. Hope. Dreams. Fist-pumping success and the hollow pit of failure. It’s as honest as I’ll ever be. This is all– my heart and mind– jotted down for you. Perhaps in here you’ll find the poetic narrative that whispers to your heart a comforting “Same.”

Amid the trouble, let’s not forget the beauty– that which gladdens the soul. The consolation to sorrow is knowing one day, there will be only joy. Until then friends, we continue to press on through the difficult earth.

Savor the glimpses of heaven. The “and yet” of life.

Your Affectionate Poet,
Heather