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 Door Is Still There
The same door remains, but the woman behind it no longer mistakes hunger for love or scraps for a meal.
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I Would Have Stayed
She was willing to stay through fear and mess, but love could not survive being the only person still reaching.
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My Phone Stopped Feeling Like a Graveyard
One morning she stopped checking for the name that never appeared, and the phone finally became an object instead of a graveyard.
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You Don’t Get to Miss Me Now
Missing her later does not erase the silence that taught her what absence weighs when love refuses to show up.
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I Buried the Future We Planned
She had already furnished a future in her mind before realizing she was the only one still carrying the keys.
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You Taught Me How to Lose You
The goodbye arrived so slowly she mistook it for distance, until silence had already taught her how to live without them.
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You Came Back After I Stopped Waiting
They returned after the door had already changed meaning and loneliness was no longer enough reason to let them back in.
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You Were Still Alive
Death took some people without choice; this goodbye hurt differently because the person who left was still breathing beneath the same sky.
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I Was the Home
After years of searching for home in other people’s arms, she realizes the place she kept rebuilding was herself.
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The Morning Found Me Anyway
She never slept; morning simply found her standing at the edge of night while the sky bruised itself into gold.
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New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
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