Description

I lived most of my life believing that poetry was out of my reach, both to read and to write. It was for right-brain touchy-feely people, not for analytical thinkers like me.

That was until I read some of Rumi’s poetry and suddenly, to my surprise, realised that his metaphors made sense to me, and I could understand the message behind the text.

This book of poems and this section in particular is a diary of my journey to break out of a shuttered vision that kept me from embracing poetry as a valid form of self-expression.