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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I Am
An unfinished sentence becomes a declaration of everything survival, grief, motherhood, and becoming have made her.
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You Became My Home
Home stops being a place when one person becomes the quiet safety every road had been trying to lead toward.
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Every Love Story Ends
Every love story ends somehow, but endings do not erase the tenderness, damage, or meaning of what lived before them.
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A Sunday Measured in Yawns
A sleepless Sunday moves slowly through teething, cold coffee, drawn curtains, and the mercy of not rushing anything.
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The Hardest Part of Loving You
The hardest part of loving someone is sometimes realizing the love was real even when staying became impossible.
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Yesterday They Were Babies
Time does not fly so much as quietly steal bottles, teeth, first steps, and every version of the babies you thought you had longer to hold.
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The House That Wouldn’t Sleep
At three in the morning, two wakeful little voices turn a tired house into another place where motherhood refuses to clock out.
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Leave It by the Bedside
Before sleep, set down the worries, conversations, and impossible expectations that were never meant to follow you into the dark.
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The House at the Crossroads
At a house no map can find, Hekate does not choose the road—she only asks which version of yourself is ready to walk it.
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When the Cup Runs Empty
After sunset, the brave face comes off and loneliness settles beside the cold cup, asking to be felt instead of outrun.
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 