My Poetic Odyssey isn't just a book of poems—it's a piece of me. It's the weight I've carried, the love I've held, the questions that kept me up at night. It's my story, but maybe it's yours too.

These poems were born in the space between survival and freedom. Between being seen and being invisible. Between joy that shakes your bones and grief that makes your silence feel loud. I wrote them to remember who I am, where I come from—to honor the ones who came before me, and maybe, to make sense of where I'm going.

There's Haiti in these pages. There's rhythm and resistance. There's the ocean, the soil, the ache of exile, the fire of return. There's love, too—messy, holy, healing love. And there's pain. But none of it's clean. None of it's easy. That's the point.

This isn't just poetry—it's a pulse. It's what happens when memory meets language. When you stop running and finally sit with the truth.

If you've ever felt like you were carrying too much—if you've ever searched for freedom inside your own skin—these poems are for you. If you've ever been in love with a place, a person, a dream—and lost it, or held it close anyway—this is for you.

My Poetic Odyssey is a journey. Not perfect. Not finished. But real. And I hope, somewhere in these pages, you find a piece of yourself.