Willow Rising began as a survival instinct. A way to name what couldn't be said out loud. These poems were never written for an audience, they were written to exist. To be real. To be proof.Spanning from childhood to early adulthood, this collection captures the quiet ache of trauma, the mess of healing, and the slow return to self. It's not a neat narrative. It's scattered and raw, threaded together by truth.Told in four parts, Ashes, Echoes, Roots, and Wings this book walks through memory, grief, anger, and the hope that follows when you finally choose to stay.These words won't heal you.But they will bleed with you.
