A journey of spiritual searching and homecoming, The Aftermath of Our Wounds is a poetry collection that explores authenticity, growth, and resilience. With lyrical rhythm and nature-inspired imagery, these poems illuminate life’s rawest moments — isolation, loss, spiritual crises — while celebrating love, purpose, and the courage to be yourself. Whether you seek healing, depth, or simply a voice that resonates with your own, The Aftermath of Our Wounds offers a companion on the path to living fearlessly.
A journey of spiritual searching and homecoming, The Aftermath of Our Wounds is a poetry collection that explores authenticity, growth, and resilience. With lyrical rhythm and nature-inspired imagery, these poems illuminate life’s rawest moments — isolation, loss, spiritual crises — while celebrating love, purpose, and the courage to be yourself. Whether you seek healing, depth, or simply a voice that resonates with your own, The Aftermath of Our Wounds offers a companion on the path to living fearlessly.
The Priestess
Priestess of the light, priestess in the night.
A pearl inside a shell
comes outside, breaks the spell.
Opens her hands, thanks, and dances.
The humid grass cuddles her ankles.
A thread of hope rises and twinkles.
Priestess of the light, priestess in the night.
A woman with birds on her shoulders
blesses the air, hides in her hair
seeds of truth she’ll plant tonight.
Soon, they’ll bloom into lighthouses,
warrior stories the moon witnesses.
They’ll nurture people of all races.
Priestess of the light, priestess in the night.
A prophetess sold as a mistress.
Her flower crown, my authentic gown.
Her scars, dust of stars on my surface.
Her voice, my sky. Her scalp, my mattress.
She sparkles in my heart till I swim in her light.
Math of the Gods
Silence, a sacred womb,
shrinks with our heartbeats,
then expands in the in-between.
Infinity, a noble concept,
rests on our eyelids, then retreats
to our genes. Sleeps unseen.
Time, a fruit of this dimension,
dissolves with no sense. You and I
carry all the insane numbers, including pi.
Geometry, a no-ordinary home,
unfolds layer by layer,
till there are no edges, only circles.
Intuition, a non-algorithmic talent,
brings us closer, like prayer,
and leads us ’cross planets of turtles.
Like Air
My body’s breathing you.
The waves, the shore,
the dawn, the sky,
the laughter, the cry,
the calling,
the wind,
the wings, the soar.
We are all
breathing you…
I was unsure of this collection when I started but this proved to be ill-founded as I found a lot in this book with which I could relate.
Split into three parts, we take a journey into the thoughts and feelings of the poet through poems which sometimes deal with simple things such as observations in nature, but can contain more serious musings on life and relationships.
The start of the first part felt more whimsical and romanticised with talk of priestesses and fairies, a real earth mother atmosphere with links to the universe and magic; but towards the end there is a shift which heralds a different tone which permeates Part Two.
This contains more uncertainty and insecurity. Titles like Old Story Junkie and lines including words like "sour" and "ashen" and "Hopeless ", point to discord. This section feels more focused on a relationship and how things have lost their harmony, shown in poems like Lovers Gone Mad, and Imbalance which presents us also with self-scrutiny and questioning. But like Part One, there is a shift in tone to a reconciliation of sorts before we move into Part Three.
Part Three feels more mature, with a tone built from hard experience. Life has moved on and this is shown in wistful poems like Bring Me Back the Ordinary to which I could relate enormously. There is also strength, Dream Came True being the strongest example of this.
I liked this collection. It isn't really one thing: there are poems that have a romanticised tone with their references to otherworldly creatures that feel playful, perhaps even frivolous in nature, like these are an indulgence that the poet has and wants to share with you at the risk of it being twee or a little off the wall. But next to these, you have poems which explore depths of emotion and the pitfalls and cracks that split relationships in two and all of the soul-searching that these times in our lives can present. There are some that smart with the rawness of emotion and some that soothe with the gentleness of nature.
A collection worth exploring.