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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 the author of and am currently working on a book of poems. To find out more check out my about me page as well as my page about my blog and welcome to the ink angels community.

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