The Hollow Drum
A quiet confrontation with the life you’ve settled for, and the moment you realize the choice was always yours.
These are the poems that burn through the fog, words that snap the lock and throw the door wide. They are calls to rise, to shed what binds, and to claim the ground you’ve always had a right to stand on.
The sound of chains falling, turned into verse.
A quiet confrontation with the life you’ve settled for, and the moment you realize the choice was always yours.
The future you are walking toward right now. One step at a time, whether you feel ready or not.
The moment you realize you traded your life for titles, plaques and a paycheck; and what it feels like to walk away.
Life rarely follows a straight path. But the fire in you doesn’t go out just because the road turns dark.
Not every cage is made of iron. Some are built from habit, fear, and the slow weight of other people’s expectations.
We spend years thinking the walls are closing in, only to discover we could have walked out at any moment.