S.C. Porter poured her heart and soul into these pages. Her heartbreak,pain, and grief were written in these pages that left me feeling hurt and angry for her. Her words were so raw so real that I cried but through these pages you see her heart starts to heal. Slowly she writes about the simple things in life that makes her happy. As I read this book of poetry you could see how she was falling in love again. Scared but going all in and I smiled. I smiled for you friend because I’m happy for the place you are in now. I’m happy for the woman you are! This book is filled with precious words that have helped me in many ways I wouldn’t of thought! Thank you friend for writing this collection! I can only imagine how difficult it was to write this book but thank you because in some of these pages I see myself.
There’s something about reading poetry and relating to it. The author is sharing their deepest feelings so vulnerably, you can’t help but connect in one way or another. This will most definitely be a collection of poetry that I go back and read time and time again.
i didn’t know my soul needed this. i felt her heart in every poem. by the end i had hope and and overwhelming sense of happy. i honestly took in my space, my dogs who always sit so close to me, my cat munching on his food, my fiance’s work boots by the front door and felt happy in those little things. it’s the little things. s.c. is incredible and i loved every part of this. there’s happy in overcoming. there’s happy in taking leaps and loving hard. there’s happy in this book 🫶🏼
I gave this author another chance (after saying never again 😅) after receiving this book of poetry in a mystery bundle from her shop. Here are my thoughts.
It’s clear she poured her heart onto these pages. She’s an author, that’s kind of their thing. Anyone who does that should be commended for their vulnerability and courage. I know I can’t fully grasp the difficulties in doing this as a non-author.
But this was really not my jam. I DNF’d at 30% and should have quit sooner. I really need to learn that I don’t especially care about the growth process that other people go through to process their feelings, and focusing on processing my own with my therapist is just fine. This read like an unfiltered, repetitive, stream-of-consciousness put on paper. The subject matter didn’t interest me, the poems didn’t make a particular lot of sense to me, and I really didn’t understand why none of them had titles, only a picture of a flower signifying the end of each. Or maybe it was one gigantic poem, and the flowers signified the end of each section of this ridiculously lengthy poem?
Any way you shake it, it seems like other readers got a lot more out of this book than I did, and I’m glad for them. I hope any future readers aren’t deterred by my review…if you’re into poetry, maybe this will speak to you.
Not really a lover of poetry, but as this was part of a challenge I picked up this gem. I actually really enjoyed the empowering poems that she has written. I will definitely go back to some of my favorite passages.