I’m rebuilding myself one word at a time.
These are the pieces of me. The ones I lost in love, in pain, in silence, and the ones I’m still learning to hold. I write about what it feels like to start over after losing everything: the ache, the anger, the quiet peace that comes after surrender. This page isn’t about perfection, it’s about survival. It’s for the ones who keep showing up when their hearts still tremble, for the ones healing in secret, for the mothers, the lovers, and the broken who still believe in soft tomorrows.
Every poem is a heartbeat I almost gave up on.
If you’ve ever had to rebuild yourself from the ruins... Welcome home. 🕯