Between Bruises & Blooms
A poetry archive for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
Welcome to the library. Here you’ll find poetry and reflections rooted in motherhood, grief, love, survival, healing, darkness, nature, and the ordinary moments that refuse to stay ordinary.
Latest Writing
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The Feeling That Never Learned Its Name
Some feelings live between grief, longing, relief, and fear—too complicated for one word and too real to ignore.
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She Danced Anyway
While adults count scars and hard days, a child finds music in an ordinary afternoon and dances anyway.
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The Last Time I Saw You
The last time she saw them becomes a scene memory keeps replaying, searching ordinary details for the goodbye it did not recognize yet.
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We Sleep In
After a night of bottles, cries, and tiny hands refusing sleep, morning arrives late and no one apologizes for needing it.
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The Window That Would Not Sleep
One glowing window in a sleeping house holds the last confession of a night that still has not learned how to end.
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The Keeper of Midnight
Lucifer becomes the quiet guardian of unfinished poems, walking through the dark as though it were simply another room.
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Nightly Joy
Nightly joy arrives in the small things that survive the dark—quiet rooms, warm bodies, and moments no one else sees.
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Even The Wind Remembered
Even the wind can carry back what memory tried to bury, touching old names, old places, and the ache of what once mattered.
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The Safest Place
Myst knows nothing about the past; she only knows these hands are gentle, this bed is warm, and closing her eyes here is safe.
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I Loved You Until…
Love did not end in one dramatic moment; it wore down slowly until the sentence finally learned where to stop.
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
Between Bruises & Blooms 