Ink after Ashes

There was a time when words were all I had — when the page was both my witness and my refuge. Writing.com once held those early sparks, back when survival was the poem and hope was a whisper I wasn’t sure belonged to me.

Then came the silence. The ash. The long seasons of undoing.

But ink, like the human spirit, never truly dies. It lingers — patient, pulsing — waiting for the hand to remember how to move again.

This collection is my return to that remembering.
Each piece here was born in the aftermath — in the spaces where grief softened into grace, where lessons found rhythm, where I finally stopped running from my own reflection.

Ink After Ashes isn’t about perfection or performance. It’s about resurrection through expression — about finding the melody in the rubble and the peace in the pen.

For those who ever wrote to survive: I see you.
For those who are just learning to rise: welcome home.