Between Bruises and Blooms

It started
with one poem.

Then another.

And another.

A handful of words
became pages.

Pages
became collections.

Collections
became a place
where every version
of me
was finally welcome.

The grieving mother.

The woman in love.

The one
still healing.

The one
who lights a bong
after putting babies to bed.

The one
who survived.

This isn’t
just a website.

It’s proof

that even after
life leaves bruises,

something beautiful
can still bloom.