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My name is Bianca Serraty, and I am not a literary – I am literature personified.

“If you met your heart, what would you ask it?” That is the question that has shaped my writer’s journey thus far. I was five years old in kindergarten, and our assignment for the day was to ask a question. Any question you could think of that you really wanted the answer to. And I find that, decades later, I’ve been breaking my own heart by allowing my writing to live only in fantasy. This page is a step into reality.

Over the course of my life, I have been inspired by many different authors and their writing styles. Poetry has always been the form of writing that I hold closest to my heart. It is a balm for the soul, and I’ve soothed mine with the words of Langston Hughes, the somber of Edgar Allan Poe, and the whimsy of Shel Silverstein. I hope my words can serve as a place of rest for those who need it most.

So, be welcome if you’re new, welcome back if we’ve met before. Start here and work your way through if this is something that calls to you. But be warned, there is grief in these words. A sadness so deep you might drown in it, but there is also love and light because even under the sun, there are shadows.

Love at First Write

I fell in love, but not in the way one would think. I fell in passion with cadence, Fell in between the lines of a stanza. I gave sestinas and soliloquies my everything, And I gave the feeling of it all, half of my heart. I fell in love. And it wasn’t all at once.…

What is Comfort to an Anxious Mind?

Free of pain, the easing of grief, the alleviation of distress.  I yearn for the comfort I once knew.  The tilt of a smile, the tickle of a laugh, the thunder of peace as it washes over you. There was a time that comfort was so much more than  a rainstorm, the sand between your…

In the Arms of Chaos

I’m giving up poetry. At least that’s what I think; I don’t know if it’s what I mean. I’ve been at this place, time and time again, and I always regress, back to my notebook where everything seems to hold less stress. Poetry is who I choose to be. It’s not what I do it’s…