Love Found in the Silence 💕
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 10m
Ongoing, First published Dec 19, 2024
This is the story of her, told in verses that ripple with quiet strength and truths hidden between the lines. In the echoes of relationships and the weight of fragile moments, she discovered that solitude is not an absence to be filled, but a sanctuary where love, clarity, and self-discovery bloom.

Her poetry is a labyrinth woven with whispers of heartbreak, resilience, and unspoken wounds that only the bold-hearted and keen-eyed will unravel. Within these pages lie coded reflections of the traumas she endured, offered not as confessions but as fragments of a puzzle meant for the strong to piece together. Every line invites the reader to pause, to wonder, to see the beauty in the silences between the words.

Through her journey, she learned that solitude is not loneliness, but love. It is the stillness where dreams are whispered and fears dissolve, where she found the courage to face herself and rewrite the meaning of being whole. This book is not only her story but an invitation to see solitude not as isolation but as the essence of life, the quiet revolution where the soul finds its home.
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.