Mary Ellen Leap

I didn't sit down and plan this. These poems came out of me in pieces I didn't always understand while I was living them. They come from love that hurt, addiction I couldn't outrun, mental battles I couldn't explain, and moments I didn't think I'd make it through. Some of these were written for people who meant everything to me. Some were written for the ones who hurt me. And some were written just to keep me from falling apart.
This is what it looked like when I was breaking, healing, and trying to figure out who I was in between all of that. It's not perfect. It's not pretty. It's real. And if you've ever felt like you were too much, not enough, or barely holding on... Then this might feel a little like home.