About Me
Throughout my life, I have had many hobbies and interests, but none have captivated me quite like equestrianism. My journey with horses began at a young age, and it has since become a central part of my identity.
In addition to my love for horses, I have also developed a passion for photography. Capturing the beauty of the world through my lens allows me to express myself creatively and share my perspective with others.
Writing is another outlet for my creativity. Whether it's poetry, short stories, or personal reflections, I find solace in putting my thoughts and emotions into words. Each of these passions has shaped who I am today,
and I am excited to share them with you through this portfolio. I hope you enjoy exploring my work and learning more about my journey as an equestrian, photographer, and writer. In hopes that you get a better understanding
of who I am and what I love.
I have been through a lot already during my short time on earth. I have stumbled and fallen many times, feeling as though I lost my way. When I lost my ability to write, my want and love for horses, my lust for life and all that it has to offer;
despite everything I have been through, I am still here. Trying to right my wrongs, and make up for the time I gave the traumas and the puzzle that my mind made while trying to deal with it all. I have found my way back to the calm, and I don't plan on wasting anymore time.
I plan on making the most of my life. Not just through school, but through living life, and doing the things I love, while simutaniously allowing myself to build a future for myself. Unlike in my past, where I didn't believe that I could have a future of any kind.
When I was younger school was something that was less than important to me. With what I was going through I didn't believe that caring would do me any good, but now I know just how much I want a future. How Important it is to care about the things that I want to do with my life.
I am so excited to see where life takes me, and I am excited to share my journey with you, to continue my education, becuase I now know I have one, and that I want the best for myself. I think it's with your school, I hope you think so too.
Creative Writing
"Riddled"
There was once a time
I couldn’t bring myself to rhyme.
My tries were true,
Although seeemigly taboo—
I couldn’t break through.
I choked on words,
My thoughts a blur,
My mind a riddle
Left idle, for my thumbs to twiddle.
Nothing left to say
Until I felt that surge today—
A push from deep within
To unjumble what lives beneath my skin.
Try as hard as I might,
I fear this place is my birthright:
A place of doubt and fear,
Desperate to change gear.
I need to change, before I crash and burn
It’s going too fast
Some may find me to be a blast
They can’t see what makes my stomach churn.
My riddled mind, a puzzle still,
That often bends me to its will.
Yet when I take my pen in hand,
The noise grows small, the chaos bland.
But like any place where clutter goes,
The pile will always slowly grow.
It needs control, consistency—
A truth I know, but fail to be.
I long to understand
This riddle that is mine:
Not kind, not grand—
Just stubborn as a swine.
"The beast within"
A quiet place
Some may call that a respite
For me, however,
It is a place for fear and hate to fester
I yearn for the way I once lived
Free from my self made expectations
That I failed over and over
That I continuously cannot live up to
Yet my mind attacks me for my short comings
When im attacked flight or flight should kick in
Yet I stand there, quaking, shaking, waiting
Waiting for a redeeming quality of mine
Hoping that if I can see that in myself
The attack will stop, it will see i am worthy
But when I am stumped in my path
My puzzling mind goes “see! I told you!”
I start to believe it–
I give into its unforgiving hate
Its loud, its mean, its strong –
And by comparison i am weak
I am feeble in its destructive path
I could yell out for help
However, I am frozen
I’ve been frozen since it started wailing on me
I feel as though it is too late to ask for help
It isn’t, but they always ask me why i waited so long
I don't have an answer
I am again left frozen, shocked by my stupidity
I knew this beast, I recognized her
I didnt run, I didnt call out
I sat there, I let it happen, like I always do
Because I am weak, I am exhausted
I am only strong in numbers
It’s why I fear being alone
Its why I find the quiet so scary
It's the only time that beast finds me
She cannot find me in the laughter of friends
She cannot reach me when i am smiling
She has yet to approach me when others are speaking
She is weak when she is outnumbered
It is truly gratifying when I see her shrink in size
When I feel my body reject her–
Unfortunately I cannot always be around the people that repel her
I must find my clarity on my own
I need to grant myself that grace, that time
However, I don’t know how to slow down
To allow it, I think too much, too fast
When she jumps in I am screwed
She knows how to warp what i am thinking
To make me go from peace
To a feel like a drowning
Ironically in my own sorrows
If I allow such a kindness to myself
That grace that gives me an opportunity
To slow down, to not believe her lies
I might just have a chance at that happiness
The happiness I long for
For it need not be everlasting
I just need it to be attainable
To not be such an impossible task
"fools notion"
I am not as dumb as I may seem
To not stumble over my words,
has always been my dream
I wish to speak clearly, concisely.
To speak with such clarity and conviction
Able to advocate so precisely
That it would be a fools notion
To even try to best me.
Articulation may not be my strong suit
But I know that I am not lacking.
All i lack is the velocity at which i speak
My mind runs faster than the rest can keep up.
I have my witty moments,
The occasional moments
where my mouth catches up
However fleeting those moments are
They are moments of pride
When it happens i feel relief
That people know i am smart
No matter how brief
I finally feel seen
And I feel it in my heart
That I am not a fool.
