Kerys Riley
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Hello and welcome!

My name is Kerys, AKA K.S. Riley. I’m a writer. I write all kinds of poetry and have a poetry book you can purchase from my ‘Shop’. I write all kinds of poetry, from writing about my own depression to a love story of my friends and everything in between.

I post Monday-Friday on Instagram (@hiddenintheheart) and I go live. So, come and join the next one and ask me any questions you want!

So, a bit about me. I will say firstly I don’t love writing these get to know me thing on the other hand I do want us to get to know each other. I started reading and writing poetry when I was 13 years old through Instagram, then it only grew from there. For a while I had a quotes account, cringe worthy to look back on now lol. I used to illustrate what those poems made me think and feel and then write the poem on the same piece of paper.

I started Hidden in the Heart on the 10th of August 2022. I remember the feeling of how fast my heart was beating when I posted my first poem, now it’s like second nature. I love sharing and talking about emotions and feelings online through an art form, and there is no other way to describe it than powerful. Everyone has been so lovely and supportive from day one, and as I live, learn and grow, I want to share it all with you guys! If you scroll for just five minutes you would see, not only how I’ve grown but also my writing improvement. Whether you have been following me for an hour or since my first post, want to take a moment to thank you!

Other than poetry, my life has been a rollercoaster. Nineteen years and I have lived and experienced so much. The good, the bad and the ugly. I’ve made bad decisions, had to survive at points in my life and felt weightless in happiness. Even writing this now I find my heartrate picking up and my palms start to sweat. I’ve experienced death, four people. All of which were sudden and heart breaking, which is why I want to take a moment to thank Peter, Gemma, Sam and Vern who even in death have had a profound affect on me. Not a day passes where I don’t think of them, all the good and the bad. Its bittersweet, to know I can only hold onto the memories I already have and no new ones will be made. I know everyone says you see parts of them everywhere but it is true. And I’m happy to say that I’m at peace with it and I’m choosing to live for them, making the most out of it!

As for the surviving aspect of life, that can only be told in five words. My mother is an alcoholic. I don’t blame her but a part of me won’t let go of the hatred. I’ve tried many times and no matter how much I write here about it; it would never compare to the poems I’ve written about it. Raw, painful and my eyes were full of tears when writing them. I understand it, as hard as that was to do. I understand the pain she is in. I won't ever talk about her pain as that is her story. After all the pain that was caused, I choose myself. Which after years of manipulation, does not come naturally to me. Alcoholism is an illness, there’s no doubting that. You can help them when they want it enough, my mother did not. For the past seven years of my life, I was numb for the most part, especially the last four years. Not just because of my mother but that was the biggest contributing factor, knowing she might one day see this is hard to know. Some may not agree with me cutting her off but it was for my own wellbeing. It got to a point where I have to choose myself.

I am a firm believer that you make your own 'destiny', there are always choses to be made in life. You have to make the most out of it. ill end this on a poem, seems fitting:

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Just breathe,

If you're breathing,

You're fighting,

If you're fighting,

There is hope,

Where there is hope,

There is a future,

Where there is a future,

There can be happiness,

One step at a time.