This collection was born out of emotional necessity—not from a place of certainty, but written in the disconcerted moments my heart was trying to understand what it meant to say, to hope, and halfway grieve something that wasn’t even gone. It was written from longing. From questions without answers. From undiagnosed bereavement braided into optimism. These poems are not polished declarations of clarity. They are fragments of a mind in flux.

What began as a personal ritual of processing complex emotions evolved into something far greater. Each poem emerged during a season of disorientation—a time when love was not easy, and healing was not linear. I began writing simply to stay afloat. To speak the things I could not say aloud. To keep the sharp edges from cutting too deep.

As I found the courage to put those truths on the page, I realized I wasn’t alone. So many of us are trying to reconcile love’s beauty with its ache. These words are my offering to anyone walking that quiet, complicated road.

And in that path where we wander through love’s wreckage—confused, inflamed, yet still silently carrying hope, this book is for anyone who has ever tried to make sense of the emotional aftermath of love. Whether you are mending a marriage, letting go of one, or still parsing through what’s salvageable, these words are here to hold space for you.

Healing is convoluted. Love is imperfect. But capacity—the ability to stretch, to endure, to grow again—is always within reach.

Either in mending a relationship, or simply mending yourself, my poetry is intended to help contrive room for your truth.