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 Ocean Never Apologized
The ocean never apologizes for its tides, and neither should a heart be ashamed for loving deeply.
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The House We Never Finished
She kept building a future brick by borrowed brick before realizing she was constructing a home for someone who had already walked away.
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The Silence Between Storms
Where answers should have been, silence leaves echoes, imagined explanations, and the question of whether disappearing was the destination all along.
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The Kind of Goodbye That Never Arrived
There was no final fight or slammed door, only silence cruel enough to make uncertainty feel like a haunted house.
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The Door in Black Briar Forest
A door in Black Briar Forest holds every apology and goodbye that never came, until she chooses a path that goes around it.
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The Unfinished Spell
The cruelest spell needs no candles or chanting—only a promise of tomorrow that never arrives.
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The Forest Doesn’t Ask Why
The forest offers no neat explanation for disappearance, only the quiet truth that not every traveler is brave enough to say goodbye.
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The Ghost Who Never Died
Some ghosts are still alive—the people who vanish without funeral, explanation, or goodbye and leave silence to do the haunting.
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Where My Dreams Used to Live
She gave more than effort; she emptied whole rooms of herself into a dream that eventually became a place she had to leave.
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The Chapel Where You Never Arrived
A ghost-lit chapel keeps candles burning for someone who promised later and never came, until hope itself starts feeling haunted.
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 