I began to write as a fifteen-year-old girl who had just lost her first love to cancer. Anger, grief, and thoughts of self-mutilation fill the first few chapters of this collection. My eyes began to open to the world as I grew older and, through suffering from schizoaffective disorder, I was able to find illumination through poetry.

This book takes the reader on a voyage from the raw, gritty pain of adolescence and loss through the transition to knowledge, wisdom, and love, as one writes oneself into adulthood.

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