Between Bruises & Blooms

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

Healing & Becoming

Healing is not becoming untouched. It is learning how to live honestly with what touched you.

Welcome

This is the part after survival stops being enough. The part where you begin asking who you are now, what you still want, what you refuse to carry forward, and whether the life ahead can belong to you instead of the things that happened behind you.

Nothing here promises a straight line. Healing doubles back. Becoming gets messy. Some days are breakthroughs. Some are simply proof that you stayed.

Ways of Becoming

Becoming
Mending
Finding Myself
Letting Go
Hope
Mental Health
Resilience
Writing Through It
Ordinary Days

Latest from Healing & Becoming

  • What They Named a Monster

    History was kinderto the swordthan it ever wasto the woman bleeding beneath it. That is how the story goes. A man becomes violentand someone searches his childhoodfor the wound that explains him. A woman becomes angryand suddenlythe anger is the crime. So they wrote Medusabackward. Started with the snakes. Started with the stone. Started with…

  • The Woman Who Kept Saying Sorry

    A poem about apologizing yourself smaller until your own voice finally returned.

  • The Emails I Never Regret

    A poem about the messages that became stepping stones out of a damaging relationship.

  • I Chose Myself

    A poem about choosing peace over proving yourself to someone who kept hurting you.

  • The Tower Didn’t Win

    The Tower did not destroy her; it only tore down walls that were already cracked and left room to build something stronger.

  • While the Book Learned My Name

    I waited for my bookto become realwith flour on my shirtand sugar stuck to the counter. I waitedwhile marshmallows meltedinto something soft enoughto hold together,which felt a little too familiar. Twenty-one peanut butter cookies.Twenty-four banana muffins.Forty-eight chocolate chip cookies.A whole pan of Rice Krispie squarescooling beneath the kitchen light. Ninety-three little distractionsand a pan full…

  • While I Waited for Midnight

    A release-night poem about baking, refreshing Amazon, smoke breaks, Goodreads, and all the ordinary little things that filled the hours before the book came home.

  • The Night My Book Crossed Oceans Before It Came Home

    A release-day poem about countdowns, time zones, refresh buttons, and watching a book cross oceans before it finally makes its way home.

  • No Longer Explaining

    A poem about letting go of the need to defend yourself to people committed to misunderstanding you.

  • What the Southern Breeze Whispered to My Soul

    A southern breeze becomes a quiet reminder that surviving is not the same as living, and blooming after wildfire requires no apology.