Some things don’t leave loudly—they settle. In the body. In the quiet moments. In the spaces no one else sees.
This collection is for those who have carried more than they’ve ever said out loud—moving through survival, loss, and the slow return to self.
These poems explore what was taken, what remained, and what is still being rebuilt.
Not everything heals cleanly. Not everything leaves.
But something remains.
And sometimes, that is enough.
