The Poetry Archive, Volume 3: Bare Bones

This poetry collection is a confession – a confession that I am far from healed. More sobering than my previous publications, these poems reveal a young woman trying desperately to write a story of recovery. In these pages, I am learning. I fall down (multiple times). I’m still figuring it all out. Moreover, these poems (I hope) reflect a shared sense of humanity. No one is alone – even in our darkest hours, we are never alone. We all feel sadness. We all feel lightness. We all break and fake it and make it alright. These poems may be thought-provoking. These poems may be whimsical. These poems may cause laughter, confusion, and uncertainty. Above all, I hope you know, these poems are me.