Between Bruises & Blooms

A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.

We Keep Finding Each Other

We are terrible
at staying.

Excellent
at returning.

Months.

Years.

Entire versions
of ourselves
rise and fall,

and somehow

life folds us
back
into the same conversation.

No promises.

No expectations.

Just—

“Oh…
there you are.”

Again.

Chynna-Jayde Bennett
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