I wrote this poem, and it cracked open a well of grief inside me. There are things I don’t often talk about as an artist—things that have happened, and things that will never happen. This piece is a quiet mourning for what isn’t and may never be. It’s a soft lullaby for my heart, a gentle song I wrote for myself.
Sorianna Choate
Sometimes, poetry is the only way I know how to hold what’s too heavy to say out loud.
Thank you for reading with tenderness.
Please take this support for what it is worth
Always Asmo! <3