Kyoko W P
@kyokothepoet.bsky.social
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I heal out loud
because I suffered
so long in silence
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IG: kyokothepoet
I heal out loud
because I suffered
so long in silence
Link for books
https://linktr.ee/kyokopoetry
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Kyoko W P
@kyokothepoet.bsky.social
· Mar 15
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.
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.
how do you glow
when everything
is trying to take you down?
when everything
is trying to take you down?
March 31, 2026 at 5:56 AM
how do you glow
when everything
is trying to take you down?
when everything
is trying to take you down?
Some women don’t come from softness—
they come from survival,
and still find a way to bloom.
“Still, They Bloom”
they come from survival,
and still find a way to bloom.
“Still, They Bloom”
March 17, 2026 at 10:24 PM
Some women don’t come from softness—
they come from survival,
and still find a way to bloom.
“Still, They Bloom”
they come from survival,
and still find a way to bloom.
“Still, They Bloom”
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.
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.
March 17, 2026 at 2:51 PM
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.
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.
When the world blurs
right and wrong
until nothing means anything,
choosing softness
becomes an act of resistance.
right and wrong
until nothing means anything,
choosing softness
becomes an act of resistance.
March 16, 2026 at 3:08 PM
When the world blurs
right and wrong
until nothing means anything,
choosing softness
becomes an act of resistance.
right and wrong
until nothing means anything,
choosing softness
becomes an act of resistance.
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.
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.
March 16, 2026 at 12:47 PM
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.
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.
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
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
March 16, 2026 at 12:15 PM
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
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
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
a.co/d/08jURb5m
March 15, 2026 at 7:51 AM
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
a.co/d/08jURb5m
Medical trauma is real
March 15, 2026 at 7:46 AM
Medical trauma is real
March 15, 2026 at 7:44 AM
When the world blurs right and adding until nothing means anything, choosing so m softness becomes an act of resistance
March 15, 2026 at 7:41 AM
When the world blurs right and adding until nothing means anything, choosing so m softness becomes an act of resistance
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.
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.
March 15, 2026 at 7:41 AM
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.
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.
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.💜
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.💜
March 15, 2026 at 7:35 AM
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.💜
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.💜
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.
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.
March 15, 2026 at 7:27 AM
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.
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.
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.💜
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.💜
March 15, 2026 at 7:26 AM
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.💜
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.💜
CVS Receipt
I’m already the donation.
I’m already the cost. 🖤
#ChronicIllness #DisabilityAwareness
#SpoonieLife #ChronicPain
I’m already the donation.
I’m already the cost. 🖤
#ChronicIllness #DisabilityAwareness
#SpoonieLife #ChronicPain
March 15, 2026 at 7:23 AM
CVS Receipt
I’m already the donation.
I’m already the cost. 🖤
#ChronicIllness #DisabilityAwareness
#SpoonieLife #ChronicPain
I’m already the donation.
I’m already the cost. 🖤
#ChronicIllness #DisabilityAwareness
#SpoonieLife #ChronicPain