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I have hurt.

I have felt pain beyond the tangible

and yet

here I am



crying out all of it,

the toxins that set in,

the poisonous words that brittle my bones.

These things have no eternal hold on me.

I am light

that has shifted and filtered through a million tragedies

only to settle upon  a meadow wide,

the battlefield that has learned to regrow,

to make love bloom from pain,

to make love.




I have healed

though wounds may bear the scars of life

I have healed.

From the dust of my despair,

the lowest point of self-doubt…


I have made love.


-Eva M.M.

Thank you for reading and sharing your own healing with me.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”



I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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