Talofa lava! O a’u o Sylvia Leigaloimoe Alofaituli.
O a’u o se tusitala. O a’u o se Tinā. O a’u o se alofa o upu. O a’u o se fafine a le Atua.

In 2017, I launched a blog called Confessions Of A Healing Mother which later became my first published poetry book in 2020. This blog catapulted me into sharing my words online with strangers. Turning my motherhood into poetry was just the beginning. A collection of poems based on the beginning stages and experiences as a mother; as a believer of Jesus and finding my womanhood among culture and religion. I recently published a new collection of poems under a book titled Falling In Love Is Beautiful And Devastating. A hope filled collection of how I love but more importantly how much God loves me. As of October 2024 I opened a newsletter called love letters. A weekly love letter sent straight to your email. Promise, I won’t spam you with all my words. (feel free to sign up)

Bleeding on paper takes vulnerability and a willingness to let go of the past. I know that I’m different. A little more braver than others. A lot stronger than most. Most days I try not to be cynical. I like that I mean what I say. Even when it scares me I make sure I stand in it. The only knowledge I have to give of me is words. Each syllable constructs one side of a fence. A yard that I run through hundred times over until I am strained and skinned from. I’ll lay in the middle of my language like a dog that dragged itself home. I am an exhibit without doors. I ask God to give me the strength to tell every story with grace.

Poetry is only one medium of these God given gifts. I like to think the important duty of a writer is to inspire change; to equip a generation to know who God is and therefore knowing who they are. There is so much talk about healing that it has become trendy. Self-help and the self-healing of the human heart requires work. It starts with Jesus. I’m still challenging myself to take on the hard topics in my own life and find liberation in leaving it on paper. My stories are only as deep as I go with God. And I just keep telling myself, ia e faamalosi, ma loto tele; do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.

Thank you for reading, for purchasing, for staying, for praying, for hoping, for loving on my behalf. May God hold you with these words, and may you find peace in His quiver.

E le papeva se upu. Not a word stumbles.

These are our stories.

I am a brown girl.
Uncovering, discussing, flushing out topics my ancestors did not have the language or privilege to be able to voice.
I am that for them.

If you look closely you can see God’s fingers tracing the outline of my life.
— Sylvia Alofaituli