Now that the final page has been turned and the storm has softened to a hush, I can finally whisper to you. This collection is my truth, stitched from nights when I felt small and unworthy, when tears became ink and brokenness spilled onto paper. Each poem is a shard of love that once hurt me, held together by trembling hands. Yet even among the ruins, seeds of healing waited quietly, and with every verse, I grew-like wildflowers blooming stubbornly through cracks in forgotten ground. There is sorrow woven into these pages, but there is also the tender glow of hope rising slow and steady, like dawn after a sleepless night. I survived what tried to undo me, and if you have known this kind of ache, I hope you find a soft place here. Thank you for holding my heart so gently; this book carries my darkness, my light, and every fragile, growing hope between.
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