Between Bruises & Blooms

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

single motherhood

  • Even From My Knees

    I know overwhelmed. I have worn it like another layer of skin. But even from my knees, I would have stayed.

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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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