Between Bruises and Blooms

The page has been quieter
than either of us expected.

Not because the stories disappeared,
or the poems forgot my name—

but because even writers
have days when healing
asks for the pen to rest.

The words have been waiting.

So have I.

Tomorrow, the coffee will brew,
the posts will find their hours again,
and this little corner of the internet
will fill with poems, memories,
and all the pieces of my heart
I’ve been gathering while I caught my breath.

Thank you for waiting.

I’m feeling better now.

I’ll see you tomorrow,
back where the words belong.