@triinpaja

I am good. I am loved.

Why do I keep myself hidden in layers of self-control

Afraid of the dark whilst summer lines my curtains

Choking back these haunting fears, and numb

Is the only feeling that's certain

What joy can be felt today? Frozen yet

In feigned sensibility, I ask myself...

“I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.”

— Virginia Woolf, from ‘The Waves’

💫 ANNOUNCEMENT: my first book is here! 💫

you can buy 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 through the link below if you're interested (and if you do like it, please consider leaving a review if you've the time).

it has been a dream of mine for so long and now it's a reality (though it does still feel a bit surreal, even as i hold it in my hands). with the help of my talented illustrator—my brother—i am finally able to share it with you all!

this book is essentially my heart and soul and i do hope you find a place for it in yours. thank you for all of your support; your sweet words and appreciation for my poetry has made this journey even more worthwhile.

available formats are paperback and kindle on Amazon. i hope you enjoy! 🥰💫

Women in Greek Tragedy

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I am more a fool for thinking, wiser for feeling, as if my head had ever the chance of hiding this from me 

I fought so hard to remain unseen, merely a shadow on the wall that could go unnoticed when I fell over my own two feet and into words that dropped like pebbles.

And now I fight myself to be seen again, pulling myself in from currents that I found first instead of drowning myself in shadows.

Richard Hugo, Essay on Poetic Theory: The Triggering Town