The Wounds We Never Name
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Last published Thu, Dec 18, 2025
Some wounds leave no scars.
Some aches go unnoticed, hidden in the core of our hearts.
"The Wounds We Never Name" is a collection born from the silent struggles we carry without even realizing it.
Through these poems, I have tried to capture the weight of the moments we do not speak about, the silent fractures that form when we lose parts of ourselves little by little.
This book is not only about sadness.
It is about recognizing the invisible battles we fight every day, the emotions we swallow, and the hopes we quietly let go of without a word.
It is about honoring the pain we often overlook and finding healing through acknowledgment.
If you have ever felt a heaviness without knowing why, or carried a sorrow you could not explain, I hope you will find a reflection of yourself within these pages.
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