There’s a coherence between your images and your writing that’s hard to miss.
The visuals carry that same stark contrast you’re naming—black, white, and everything held in the tension between. They don’t just accompany the poem, they extend it.
And the structure of the piece itself feels almost like a process rather than a narrative. Fragmented, deliberate, almost surgical at first… then shifting into something that rebuilds instead of just breaks.
That movement from incision to growth—from carving to rooting—reads like you’re not just describing transformation, you’re enacting it on the page.
The line about “sigils — to lock or open?” especially stood out. That sense of not fully knowing whether what you’re doing is sealing something shut or finally letting it move.
There’s something very controlled here, but not detached. More like restraint with purpose.
Life pulled me away from reading for a bit, but I’m really glad I stepped back into your work with this one.
I’m glad this popped onto my feed. The shift from wound to growth felt real, not sentimental, and the fractured spacing on the page made the whole piece hit harder. Really powerful work.
Emotionally very powerful, supported by strong visuals 🙏
Thank you so much, Mark!! 🤍 I appreciate you reading and commenting!
Great images!!
Thank you so much, Shital!! 🤍 This means so much coming from you!
There’s a coherence between your images and your writing that’s hard to miss.
The visuals carry that same stark contrast you’re naming—black, white, and everything held in the tension between. They don’t just accompany the poem, they extend it.
And the structure of the piece itself feels almost like a process rather than a narrative. Fragmented, deliberate, almost surgical at first… then shifting into something that rebuilds instead of just breaks.
That movement from incision to growth—from carving to rooting—reads like you’re not just describing transformation, you’re enacting it on the page.
The line about “sigils — to lock or open?” especially stood out. That sense of not fully knowing whether what you’re doing is sealing something shut or finally letting it move.
There’s something very controlled here, but not detached. More like restraint with purpose.
Life pulled me away from reading for a bit, but I’m really glad I stepped back into your work with this one.
Thank you so much, Brandy!! It always amazes me how fully you understand and feel my writing.
The words and the images mirror each other. The same „story“ different medium.
What a beautiful poem. Subbed 💜
Thank you so much!! 🤍🤍🤍
You know how good this is? So good that I'd love to print it out and hang it on my wall to experience it daily ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you so much, Nimila!! ❤️ This is one of the best comments I ever got! 🙏🏻🫶🏻
I mean it. I’m running out of ink; if you give me an ok, I’ll make it happen 💕 🤗
Of course!! 🖤🤍 It would be an honor! ❤️
I’m glad this popped onto my feed. The shift from wound to growth felt real, not sentimental, and the fractured spacing on the page made the whole piece hit harder. Really powerful work.
Thank you so much, Gino!! 🤍 Your comment made my day.
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Beauty is in abundance here. More appears the more I look.
Thank you so much, Debdutta!! 🤍 This means a lot to me.
tingly rain
slightly nourishes
searing resurrection
Meisterwerk, wie von dir gewohnt ❤️
Vielen vielen Dank, liebste pie!! ❤️ You made my day!!! 😘😘
I love the way you create beauty out of pain, Wildflower!
Thank you so much, Rea!! ❤️ I really appreciate you!
Adore the last stanza “I grow
roots
to brace
myself
into the
solid ground
stability
engrained
in healing”.
Beautiful wildflower!
Thank you so much, MoTy!! 🖤 This means a lot to me coming from you.
Wildflower, this feels incredibly raw and honest. Painful, but grounded not romanticized. Thank you for trusting us with it🖤
Thank you so much, Samu!! 🖤 I appreciate you reading and feeling the words so much!