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 Woman They Underestimated
Softness was mistaken for weakness until roots learned how to break stone.
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Meeting Myself Again
Survival changed her enough to feel unfamiliar, but the woman in the mirror is finally someone she can recognize with pride.
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Becoming Her
She is not only what happened to her; she is every scar, lesson, mistake, and second chance that kept moving forward.
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I Am Still Here
There were chapters she did not think she would survive, but the story kept turning because she did.
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Growing Around the Pain
Healing does not always erase pain; sometimes it means growing large enough that the wound no longer takes up the whole life.
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The Mothers We Become
Motherhood introduces us to impossible versions of ourselves: exhausted, fierce, tender, and somehow still standing.
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The Weight of Tiny Hands
Tiny hands know only that her arms are home, never seeing the battles she fought just to keep showing up.
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Strength Has Four Small Hands
Strength does not always look like taming a lion; sometimes it has four small hands reminding a mother why she keeps going.
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The Hour That Found Me
She went looking for somewhere to put her grief and found the moon, the forest, an abandoned house, and eventually herself.
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Candle at 3 A.M.
At three in the morning, a candle, black coffee, and forgotten women’s names turn the witching hour into a cathedral.
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
