This poetry book was not written from comfort. It was written from survival-from a childhood that shaped me, from love that broke me, and from grief that did not ask permission. It was written from the nights when I did not know if I would ever feel whole again. I did not rise because I was fearless; I rose because I had to. These poems are not polished versions of pain-they are what remained after I stopped pretending.
If you see yourself here, stay. If something in you stirs, listen. This is not a story of being rescued; it is a story of choosing to live. I am still here. And if you are reading this-so are you.
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