Broken Window Pain

These poems come from the places I used to love and hate-from my bedroom to schoolyards to my broken home and bleeding heart. I wrote Broken Window Pain with a shard of glass in one hand and a prayer in the other. This book isn't about perfect poems. It's about survival. It's about telling the truth when your voice shakes. It's for the kid who learnt to laugh through trials, cover bruises from being bullied and wipe tears away after crying at night. It's for anyone who's ever patched their life together through dreams of better times. My vignettes and poetry are messy, raw, and full of heart. Some pages weep. Others sigh. A few still hope. But every experience is mine, and maybe, just maybe, some of them are yours too. If you've ever felt like a stained window, cracked but still catching light-this book is for you.

These poems come from the places I used to love and hate-from my bedroom to schoolyards to my broken home and bleeding heart. I wrote Broken Window Pain with a shard of glass in one hand and a prayer in the other. This book isn't about perfect poems. It's about survival. It's about telling the truth when your voice shakes. It's for the kid who learnt to laugh through trials, cover bruises from being bullied and wipe tears away after crying at night. It's for anyone who's ever patched their life together through dreams of better times. My vignettes and poetry are messy, raw, and full of heart. Some pages weep. Others sigh. A few still hope. But every experience is mine, and maybe, just maybe, some of them are yours too. If you've ever felt like a stained window, cracked but still catching light-this book is for you.