Raw, unfiltered, and brutally honest, Ink, Blood, and Prayer doesn't clean up survival, addiction, trauma, or recovery. It lets them bleed, through ink, through scars, into a reckoning of what it means to keep fighting when everything inside you says disappear.
In these pages, Kiera J. Gerety lays bare the weight of addiction, the slow ache of self-destruction, and the grim, unglamorous work of staying clean. She makes no promises about healing. She doesn't pretend that survival looks good, or tidy. But in the mess and the fight, something endures. Something still stands.
This isn't a book about getting better. It's a book about getting through.
For those who've walked this road. For those still walking. For those who've had to claw their way to another day, Ink, Blood, and Prayer is here for you. "If you are reading this, then you are still here. And that is enough."
Ink, Blood, and Prayer by Kiera J. Gerety is not a book that comforts it confronts. It doesn’t offer easy hope or polished redemption. Instead, it offers truth raw, bloody, and beautifully human. Gerety’s voice is fierce and vulnerable, pulling readers into the dark corners of addiction, trauma, and the painful, unsteady climb toward survival. Each page bleeds emotion not in melodrama, but in authenticity. The writing is lyrical yet unfiltered, a powerful blend of poetry and confession that captures what it means to keep living when your spirit has already been broken a hundred times. It’s not about triumph. It’s about endurance. This book isn’t just read it’s felt. For those who have struggled, or loved someone who has, Gerety’s words serve as a mirror, a prayer, and a reminder that existence itself can be an act of rebellion.
The poetry held within the pages of this collection is raw, unfiltered, and full of emotion. Kiera's voice is strong, solid, and convey the fight with sobriety. While there were a few that stood out: "The Tattered Edge", "The Hex Unwoven", "Hallowed Ground", "Scales Fell Like Rain", and "Longing for the Forest", there were a couple other poems where things started to sound and feel repetitive. That being said, knowing how the process and battle to stay sober can be repetitive in this way, it works with the collection. With the line; "I was a queen with a paper crown,/doomed to crumble, crashing down", I was caught from the very first poem in the collection. Worth the read!