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ECHOLYRA
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Ongoing, First published Aug 15, 2025
Words for the wounds that still learn to bloom.


17 pieces
17 punches 


Read my poems because they don't pretend life is easy-they hold the hurt, name it, and still leave room for the smallest light.
They're for anyone who's been unseen, underestimated, or loved conditionally.
If you've ever carried storms quietly, my words will remind you that even the forgotten deserve gentleness.


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The Weight We Carry

50 parts Ongoing

Every heart holds a story, and every story leaves a weight behind. The Weight We Carry is a living collection - written in real time, in the middle of survival, burnout, healing, and trying again anyway. These poems come from the spaces between responsibilities: grocery aisles, late nights, applications, shifts, side hustles, and the quiet moments when everything finally catches up. This collection explores the ache of memory, the exhaustion of caring too much, the frustration of broken systems, and the complicated reality of choosing to help when it costs you something. There is grief here, and anger, and dark humor. There is healing, but it is not linear. Hope shows up when it can, but it doesn't pretend to fix everything. Through raw, unfiltered verses, The Weight We Carry holds space for the people who keep going without applause - the helpers, the burned out, the ones trying to build something better while still carrying their own survival on their backs. These poems are for anyone who has felt the weight of the world press down and kept moving anyway. Not because it was easy. But because stopping was never really an option.