Writing poetry wasn’t something I planned. It just kind of…happened. When my emotions got too loud or too tangled to say out loud, I started putting them into poems. They helped me unpack what I was carrying—grief, change, confusion, moments of clarity—and share it in a raw, honest way.

It’s scary to be seen sometimes, especially when you’re raised in a culture where silence is safer than truth. But poetry gives me a way to speak—not to shout, just…speak. Gently. Clearly. Bravely.

Here are two pieces from my heart to yours:

“Becoming”

I swore I’d never be

what broke my family

divorced.

Philippines culture

we don’t say it.

We hide it.

We fear it.

But now,

I will be divorced.

And that truth

no longer scares me.

It’s not shame.

It’s not failure.

It’s me,

choosing peace

over pretending.

Rozzyroo 2025

“Mild” 


I called it “just tired.”
But the fridge told the truth
expired food, forgotten things,
quiet kind of breaking.


A friend saw what I couldn’t.
I was living in dark
and calling it peace.


Now I see it.
I see me.
And I see you, too.


To those who’ve battled the quiet storm of depression, you’re surviving to notice. It’s also a love note to those who’ve been there. I see you.

Thanks for reading. I hope these poems make you feel less alone because you’re not.

– Rozzyroo 🫶🏽✨