Once there was a child who could not speak. Muted by terror, torn apart and hidden. Observing the world as she moved through it, finding a place to stand and watch. Without words, without a voice, she was the prey of many. My poetry reflects on a time where silence ruled a life. Where absent senses heightened others. There is no recourse but to pen these events. Explore the beauty of the world, the actions of others alongside my own, the metamorphosis of the butterflies creation and enjoy the colours of the phrase. Fear and I were arch enemies in a battle put to rest. Anger and hatred subdued through forgiveness, immortalised in prose, a verse to see the story and accept its reality. Time though is tangible, and life delivers incredible gifts or joy, flavoursome people, and a multitude of sensations that resonate within. I am spiritually whole, defined in a sensory realm and create fluidly with a passion not even I can fathom. Welcome to my world.