A place for the words we carry.
Welcome. I’m glad you found your way here.
I write because sometimes I don’t know what I’m feeling until I see it on the page. Because a sentence can begin as something I’m afraid to admit and end as something I no longer have to hold alone. Some days, I write to feel something. Other days, I write because I feel everything, and I need somewhere to put it.
Here, you’ll find the parts I don’t always know how to say out loud. The ache beneath I’m okay. The love I can’t quite fit into ordinary words.
My hope is that somewhere in these words, you recognize a little of yourself. Maybe a line gives a name to something you’ve carried quietly. Maybe you pause, breathe, and feel a little less alone.
You don’t have to tell your story here. You don’t have to find a lesson in what hurt you, or know what comes next.
You can just be someone reading.
And I can be someone reaching across the page, hoping the words find you gently.
I’m glad we get to meet this way.
K.L.D
K.L.D. was born on October 7, 1996, in Springfield, Massachusetts, and grew up in East Longmeadow, where she lived until the age of twenty. But there are parts of a person that cannot be explained by where they were born or how long they called a place home. Those are the parts she brings to the page.
A raw, deeply feeling poet and writer, K.L.D. writes to feel something and to give language to what can be hardest to admit. Her words linger in the distance between appearing fine and being fine, between loving fiercely and struggling quietly, between wanting to disappear and choosing, once more, to stay. In her work, tenderness is not the absence of pain. It is what she keeps reaching for despite it.
Through Fragile, Aware, Unfinished, Here and A Message of Resilience, she explores addiction, mental illness, motherhood, and the long, uneven work of learning to meet yourself with compassion. She does not offer a polished version of survival or pretend that healing means never hurting again. Her writing makes room for contradiction: the love that exists alongside exhaustion, the setbacks that do not erase the effort, the hope that sometimes arrives quietly enough to be mistaken for another ordinary day.
She writes because some feelings need somewhere to go. Because there are things a person can carry for years before finding a sentence that finally holds them. And because somewhere, someone may be reading in the quiet, wondering whether anyone else has ever felt this way.
More than anything, K.L.D. hopes that person feels recognized. Not fixed. Not asked to turn their pain into something beautiful before it deserves to be heard. Simply met with honesty, with tenderness, and with the reassurance at the heart of her work: you do not have to be finished healing to be worthy of love, and you are not alone in what you carry.
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K.L.D. was born on October 7, 1996, in Springfield, Massachusetts, and grew up in East Longmeadow, where she lived until the age of twenty. But there are parts of a person that cannot be explained by where they were born or how long they called a place home. Those are the parts she brings to the page.
A raw, deeply feeling poet and writer, K.L.D. writes to feel something and to give language to what can be hardest to admit. Her words linger in...