28/11/2025
What 2025 has meant to me as a person and as a poet.
If I had to summarise this year in one word, it would be alignment.
2025 forced me to choose myself - to choose the work that reflects who I am now, not who I was taught to be or who I was expected to become.
It has been a year of finishing things I once feared starting. A year of returning to creativity with intention, not as a hobby. Not as a side note. But as a central part of my identity.
This time has also been a moment of confronting truth. As a poet, I see writing as a metaphor of life which requires honesty — even the uncomfortable kind.
This year demanded a level of honesty I had avoided for years. It hasn't been easy.
2025 has been a year of healing too. Not the glamorous kind, but the slow, sometimes painful work of untangling old stories.
It has been a chance to claim or reclaim my voice. It's given me the courage to stand behind my work and life decisions without shrinking, apologising, or delaying.
I'm finally beginning to recognise my own becoming. I've realised that the version of myself I’m growing into deserves space. Deserves acknowledgement. Deserves breath.
2025 was not perfect. But it was transformative. It taught me that art, poetry, creation; like life, are acts of courage — and sometimes acts of defiance. It reminded me that becoming is not a destination — it’s a constant unfolding.
So here’s to the quiet shifts, the reclaimed pieces, and the parts of myself I am finally learning to honour. Here’s to standing whole, even while still becoming.