Between Bruises & Blooms

A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.

Grief & Loss

Grief does not disappear when life keeps moving. It simply learns how to move with us.

Welcome

This collection holds the losses that changed the shape of everything after them. Some have names. Some have dates. Some arrive as anniversaries, memories, medical language, or ordinary moments that suddenly hurt more than they should.

These poems do not try to make grief beautiful. They simply give it somewhere honest to exist beside the love that survived it.

What We Carry

Child Loss
MaKenna
Pregnancy Loss
Remembrance

Within Pregnancy Loss

Ectopic Pregnancy
Miscarriage

Latest from Grief & Loss

  • What the Moon Couldn’t Return

    The moon could not return what was lost, but beneath it she learned to stop asking the sky to rebuild a life only she could keep living.

  • 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.

  • The Empty Chair

    Grief is not only the moment someone leaves; it is every birthday, song, and ordinary Tuesday that keeps carrying the love forward.

  • July Fifteenth

    July fifteenth asks one heart to celebrate a son’s birthday while quietly remembering the pregnancy and grief stitched into the same date.

  • Surviving

    Grief is complex and personal, intertwining joy and pain; survival alone signifies resilience amidst profound loss and enduring memories.

  • Dear MaKenna

    A mother writes to the daughter she held for only hours, imagining the girl she might have become and loving her through every unanswered question.

  • For MaKenna

    A daughter held for only moments remains woven through every year, every sibling, and every piece of love that followed.

  • The Things I Can’t Remember

    A sleepless mother searches photographs and memory for pieces of the daughter she had too little time to know.

  • The Name of the Monster

    A mother finally learns the medical name behind her daughter’s loss—and begins laying down guilt that was never hers to carry.

  • October 17th, 2015 — The Morning I Met My Angel

    The birth story of a daughter whose brief life split one October morning into love, loss, and everything after.