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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 31/03/2026

how do you glow when everything is trying to take you down?

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 17/03/2026

Some women don’t come from softness— they come from survival, and still find a way to bloom. “Still, They Bloom”

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 17/03/2026

Eight Years ago today 1 year post divorce My abusive ex husband was still stalking me after leaving him.. he filled my gas tank with FOUR POUNDS of sugar and then slashed all of my tires. Two one day then after I fixed those he came back a few nights later slashed another two.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 16/03/2026

When the world blurs right and wrong until nothing means anything, choosing softness becomes an act of resistance.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 16/03/2026

Some wounds don’t live on the skin. They live underneath it—quiet, invisible, still aching in places no one thinks to look. Just because you can’t see the scars doesn’t mean they aren’t still healing.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 16/03/2026

I was lost in darkness, but the dark never learned how to keep me. Some nights try to convince you the story is over. But survival has a way of whispering back

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

It’s for anyone who feels deeply in a world that rewards numbness. For those learning how to survive without closing their heart. For readers who want language that doesn’t rush healing, doesn’t polish pain, and doesn’t confuse hardness with strength. a.co/d/08jURb5m

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

Fragile But Fierce: Tenderness as Strength A Poetry Collection a.co/d/0035UVAj

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

When the world blurs right and adding until nothing means anything, choosing so m softness becomes an act of resistance

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

Chronic illness. Disability. Not a different kind of person. Not a distant group. Just ordinary lives in bodies that changed. Because the truth most people forget is— the line between them and us is thinner than anyone wants to believe. It could be anyone.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

Hello Loves, I just went through again & lowered my prices of every book to the limit allowed on Amazon. I receive no royalty for any of the them- but the books are so much more accessible for those who need them & that’s all I want.💜

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

This shouldn’t need saying in 2026, but here we are. Nazis don’t become harmless because time passed. Hate doesn’t become “free speech” because it’s louder. And no one is protected by staying quiet. History already told us how this ends. Believing “it won’t reach me” has never been a shield.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

Say their names. Not as cases. As people. Again, this piece is not an argument. It’s a remembering. A refusal to let loss be reduced to paperwork, headlines, or silence. Read slowly.💜

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

CVS Receipt I’m already the donation. I’m already the cost. 🖤 #ChronicIllness #DisabilityAwareness #SpoonieLife #ChronicPain

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

I’m one part quiet rain & one part restless sea. One part hush before truth decides to breathe. I’m one part wildfire heart, one part sheltering tree roots running deep through storms in me. One part the laughter daughters bring, & the rest of me a woman who writes because feeling is everything.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

Sometimes we confuse guilt with goodness. We think if we’re not sacrificing enough, giving enough, hurting enough for others, then somehow we’re failing at love. But over time I’ve learned something gentler: kindness doesn’t require self-destruction. Grace over guilt. Always.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

A small poem for heavy days I hope the days grow gentler with you. 💜 And even me too. #poetry #hope #healing #writerscommunity #mentalhealthawareness

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

Every parent I know is trying to raise good humans while quietly worrying about the world they’re growing up in.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

The world may be broken. But people still break through.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

What Didn’t Kill Me Wired Me Wrong

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

The depth of grief is the measure of love.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

thoughts people with chronic illness can carry quietly.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

Some grief isn’t about who someone was. It’s about who they never became. Healing sometimes means mourning the love you kept hoping would arrive.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

Some illnesses end in cure. Some end in death. But chronic illness lives in the quiet third space— where the fight never stops and the world stops noticing.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

Hate gets the headlines. Love has to raise its voice.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

Grief is terrible. But it is also proof that once, something extraordinary loved you.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

I’ve always loved thunderstorms. Not just because they’re beautiful or comforting— but because they remind me of something important: no amount of money, power, or control has ever taught a man how to command the sky.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

I didn’t plan to write this book. Over the last couple of months, the poems that became Fragile But Fierce: arrived quietly at first, then all at once. They came from lived experience, from pain and love, and from the long practice of staying human when it would be easier to harden.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 12/09/2025

Had the worst day yesterday fainted backwards down my basement stairs woke up on the ground crying. Thank God my oldest was home. So she was able to make sure the ambulance came. I’m so tired of it. Thankfully I only have a concussion, bruised ribs.. well bruised everything. And dislocated my elbow

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 11/09/2025

For the past two summers straight, my daughter set her alarm got up at 7am. every single day & walked to school to practice volleyball. She even chose a volleyball camp over birthday gifts-because this means everything to her. Unfortunately bc of school politics & parent cliques she didn’t make it.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 27/08/2025

This was supposed to be out by the end of the month but because I was sick.. it’ll be a tiny bit late. I need to cut it down I have 230 something pages. Then it will be released ASAP ps are you opposed to short poems being together on one page?

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 27/08/2025

I wrote, “I miss you” like a spell, then deleted it. You wouldn’t answer. I’ve learned to mourn people who are still alive. Especially the ones who used to love me. Kyoko W P

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 26/08/2025

My friend brought over her baby💜 Actual pictures of me in heaven:

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 24/08/2025

Oh!! My two oldest have permits and it’s the scariest time of my life.

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Kyoko W P @kyokothepoet.bsky.social · 24/08/2025

Okay I have more pieces but that seems good for now

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