For the Dreamers Who Forgot They Were Gods

These poems move through sleep, grief, longing, doubt, anger, courage, and awakening. They are intimate, confrontational, tender, and fierce by turns. They ask questions most of us were taught not to ask, about worth, voice, desire, freedom, and the cost of shrinking ourselves to be loved.

This is for readers who are tired of being polite with their own pain. For anyone who has ever felt too much, dreamed too loudly, or buried parts of themselves to stay safe.

This is not comfort poetry. This is reclamation.

Perfect for readers who enjoy:

• Introspective, emotional, and spiritual (but not religious) writing

• Poetry about identity, healing, power, and self-trust

• Books that feel like a mirror, a ritual, or a quiet revolution