I didn’t fall in love with poetry early in life, in fact, quite the opposite. As a young girl, I believed poetry was only about rhyme, and in high school, English composition was the one subject that never came naturally to me. I even failed my final English exam, yet somehow passed the French composition in my bilingual province , something that still makes me laugh today.

But life has a way of leading us back to our true voice.

For years, I carried vivid dreams and moments inside me without realizing they were stories waiting to be written. As a single mother balancing work and responsibility, writing always felt like a luxury I didn’t have time for. My creative outlets became photography and travel, both allowing me to capture life in different ways.

Everything changed three years ago when my brother-in-law passed away. His loss stirred something deep within me. In my grief, I wrote a poem called Today, the very first poem I ever completed, and the final poem featured in my book Poems of Life, which I dedicated to him. I had no idea that one poem would open a door I thought had closed long ago.

One year later, I found myself writing again, poetry, stories, reflections, and eventually creating my second collection. Writing has now become the place where I honor memories, explore emotions, and connect with readers who find pieces of their own journey within my words.