Angol
Grief does not disappear, but you can learn to live with it. You can make a home inside your storms and discover that even the heaviest clouds carry light. You can stay soft without falling apart, choosing gentleness in a world that often demands hardness. You can survive with tenderness, holding your wounds with care and allowing them to shape you without defining you. Healing is not the erasing of pain but the quiet courage of carrying what remains and still finding room for hope, memory, and love.
I Kept the Storm is a collection of poems about the lingerings of grief and the tenderness of remembering. Moving through absence, memory, love, and the quiet ruins we learn to carry, these poems turn loss into language and memory into a place to breathe. They navigate the shadows left behind when someone is gone, tracing the things that do not disappear: echoes, remnants, wounds that learned to bloom. Intimate, unflinching, and hauntingly luminous, I Kept the Storm is an atlas of survival for anyone who has ever held onto a storm because it was the last place someone they loved still lived.
