• Poems

    I Am Puerto Galera

    I have deleted the past—the masks, the noise, the fakes that laughed too loudin digital parades of borrowed light.I swept them off like sand on my shore,washed clean by tides that know no lies. Not out of anger, but to heal—to feel safe, to be whole,to breathe again beneath my own skyand tell my tales without trembling. Now, I write not for applausebut for the soul who truly listens.My stories are pearls in a bay too deepfor shallow hearts to ever find. I share what I know, what I lived,with those who carry truth in their bones,who walk barefoot on the same earth,salt in their veins, sun in their gaze.…