JULES. It is a book of poetry. About lots of different things. Love. The world. Heartbreak. Despair. Good times. Bad times. And everything in between. My life. Every gut wrenching, soul shattering moment that forged me into the woman I am today. A phoenix risen from the ashes. Someone I am finally proud of. She is perfectly imperfect. Flawsome in fact. So I am thankful for it all. It has gotten me to this moment. My moment. And I don't intend to waste it.