“The old self was honored,
not forgotten,
For from its cracks,
strength had bloomed.
Gratitude is whispered to every scar,
For they tell of battles passed,
and rooms once gloomed.”
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Poetry is like a magical way of expressing oneself. Thus they are my favourite way of expressing my own complex emotions as well. I find the string of words like a string of pearls adorn our emotions and bring them to life so others can understand and find us as well. Hence, I definitely look out for good poetry books by budding poets always.
'Still, I Rise' is like a bouquet of flowers, decorated with beautiful floras of poems written by a young talented poetess. It has so many different poems. This anthology felt like a quiet mirror , one that reflects not just past wounds, but also the quiet strength I’ve and you all have grown from them. This 58-page poetry collection gently held my hand, walked me through shadows, and then nudged me towards my own inner glow. With a lyrical voice both tender and tenacious, the poetic words didn’t shout, they lingered, whispered, and stayed.
The poems are not dressed in difficult metaphors. They are simple, yet scented with emotions. What I truly admired was:
-The way the words share about cracked hearts without shame.
-the celebration of choosing peace over endless pleasing.
- The soft courage found in healing slowly, not suddenly.
- How the poems respects the ‘self that was’, not as a flaw but as a root.
- The poems refusal to romanticize pain, yet she doesn’t erase it.
-And the tender way the words reminds us: we are allowed to grow without guilt.
This isn’t just a poetry book I felt, it’s an ode to those quiet souls who rise without fanfare. On lonely evenings, these words feel like a gentle lamp lit within. If you love poetry that feels personal, not preachy, then this book will rest sweetly on your bedside.