“Forgiveness was a bubble; It burst.”
Written over three years, these are poems that were born in places that hurt, midnight bedrooms, hospital waiting areas, and forgotten roads where breath came slow. They hold grief, betrayal, loss, and the small, stubborn acts of staying. They call out the bruises, stitch the torn places, and plant flowers in the vacuum left behind.
This book will make you ache. It will make you flare. It will make you rise.
Each line is an armament and an offering; a witness to what breaks and to what learns to hold itself together. Here are songs for women who carry too much and refuse to be erased. Here are instructions for breathing again. Read it when you need proof: that pain can be a map, that survival can be fierce, and that sometimes the softest voice is the loudest war cry.
Course Features
- Lectures 0
- Quizzes 0
- Duration 60 hours
- Skill level All levels
- Language English
- Students 32
- Assessments Yes
