I never planned to become a poet. At first, poetry felt like a language too mysterious, something reserved for books and classrooms. But one quiet evening, while walking home after a long day, I found myself stopping under a tree and whispering lines to the rhythm of the wind. It was not polished, not even meant to be poetry—yet it felt alive. https://chiikawa-puzzle.io/

From that moment, writing became a way of breathing. I started carrying a notebook everywhere, scribbling words on buses, in cafés, even in the middle of the night. Poetry taught me to notice small things: the curve of a shadow, the warmth in a stranger’s smile, the silence between conversations.

For me, poetry is not about perfection. It is about honesty, about capturing the fragile moments that make us human. Every verse is a mirror, showing me parts of myself I didn’t know were waiting to be seen.

And that is how poetry found me—not as a subject to study, but as a companion to live with.