I am the shelter and the storm.

No longer a little girl with closed lips and a hushed tongue.

I am woman - war tested and battle born.

Rising from the wreckage of "who I was" and "what I'll never be again."

Yours.

I have come home.

A poetry collection for anyone who ever had to fight for softness.

These aren’t poems—they’re aftermaths.

“I bled until I bloomed. That was the bargain.”

These pages were written in the aftermath of grief, love, rage, and rebirth.
Every line is an unraveling. Every stanza is a scar

Memoir