In July 2012, I am a significantly less prolific writer than I was in years past. I like to think the quality of my poetry has improved over time, but who am I to judge?

I am now an upper-twenty-something woman who has been married for a little over a year. I have struggled with many things during my life. Probably most notably, at least for the purposes of this site, an eating disorder - for 6 years. However, I have been recovered from that for 6 years (it truly is possible). The eating disorder was called ED-NOS. You can google it if you like.

Over the years I have accumulated a huge mass of poetry. I wrote most of it in my teen years, and I feel those poems are mostly full of angst and the good lines are few and far between - but they are there. I'm still a pretty introspective person, but I don't just write everything that I ever think and call it a poem. I'm also a lot busier, because I have responsibilities. But still, usually when something is bothering me, or I can't stop thinking about it, I feel that old urge and am drawn again to the art of poetry. And, sometimes over several minutes, sometimes over hours, the words eventually find their way out until I am satisfied that I have expressed what needed to be expressed, and I move on until it happens again.

At this time (July 2012) I am uploading several poems that I have written over a few years. That's all you get, because that's pretty much all there is. :D