Between Bruises & Blooms

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

finding yourself

  • 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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  • You Became My Home

    Home stops being a place when one person becomes the quiet safety every road had been trying to lead toward.

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