For the souls on a journey of accepting themselves, after being beaten down by the hands of the world. A collection of journal prompted poetry and prose about breaking, bruising and healing. Seperated into 3 sections, the past when it is breaking, the present as its bruising, and the future as its healing. Words of the book I never wrote, collected from the journal pages they probably could have stayed in.

"Let me clear my throat to remind the world of the sound of my voice when it's done breaking."