I’m Eeta Noire, and I write poetry for the quiet, the ones who feel out of place in this world. My book, Lure of Shadows: Poetry of Madness, was written from silence, solitude, and the stubborn belief that creation can be survival.
I was raised in Saudi Arabia, between borders and cultures, belonging everywhere and nowhere all at once. No country. No category. Just a quiet part of everything.
I live with things the world often misunderstands: DID, Bipolar Disorder, OCD, Gender Dysphoria, and even a heart condition. But before any diagnosis, there was poetry. In my father’s library, I'd lock myself and scribble at night, letting words escape before they swallowed me whole.
Over the years, I studied music, cosmetology, psychology, medicine, fashion, Greek philosophy, and faith, collecting fragments to make sense of my own existence. All of it finds its way into my work.
I live alone by choice. I read, I study, I create. When the shadows grow too loud, I travel. I sit with ruins and listen.
I didn’t choose creation.
It found me, when everything else fell apart.
The more I broke, the more I reached for bold colours, for heavy stones and silver cuffs, for thread and flame and quiet resistance.
Each brushstroke, a wound dressed in silence. Each piano key was a note of comfort. Crochet is not a hobby.
Painting is not an escape.
They are ways I survived.
Each knot, a breath.
I create to repair what the world kept tearing open,
one stitch, one verse, one shadow softened into color.
Because the Night Won’t End
