A true writer will tell you, our pages aren’t just paper; they’re sanctuaries.
Places where old wounds whisper, and healing begins.
Our tears don’t just fall, they become ink.
They build paragraphs.
Every sentence carries a breath of power.
Every metaphor weaves truth with tenderness.
We don’t write for applause.
We write to survive.
To feel.
To keep living.
We bleed emotions onto blank spaces.
We cry in long lines.
We unbury our chaos, and somehow find peace.
Writing doesn’t just support us, it REVIVES us.
Word by word, it offers us breath to begin again.
In the quiet, we rise.
In the stillness, we grow stronger.
Guided by the sacred rhythm of our own hearts.
I write to give vocal hugs that wrap your soul in light.
Live your SOVARA.
Jenn Barber ♡