My Love (When I Thought I was Lovable & When You Exist Like This)
Julianna C.
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I write about the space between hurt and healing—that moment when you stop shrinking yourself to be loveable and realize you were always whole. My poems document learning to lift my head after bending it in what I mistook for devotion. Nature shows up in my work because it's gentler than people. The grass bows and nothing punishes it. Light touches everything with the same mercy. I want to write toward that kind of tenderness in humanity. I also write about when love works–the small gestures indicating its presence. Love lives in tiny, unexpected places. I'm sixteen and writing from the messy middle. My poems are for anyone who's loved hard, been handled carelessly, and wondered if their softness was a flaw. The answer I keep finding: you're not something to step over. You're a whole, breathing creature, curious and astonishing.
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Creativity is finding language for feelings that don't have names yet. It's noticing the small things and recognising they mean something. Creativity is making sense of the world by reshaping it into something honest, something that helps both the writer and reader feel less alone.
