✧ Call of the Void ✧
✧ Sailing into my Enemies ✧
Book Two of the Call of the Void Series
“I spent so long trying not to drown, I forgot I knew how to sail.”
The Bloom Between Battles
In a world that demands resilience but rarely offers rest, she blooms where she was never meant to grow. Sailing Into My Enemies is a testament to quiet strength—the kind that pushes through concrete and still chooses softness. This is not a surrender. It’s survival through struggle, identity reclaimed petal by petal.
Featured Poem: I’m a Dandelion
I’m a dandelion growing in the middle of a busy street.
I’m not meant to be here.
An unwanted nuisance.
A weed trying to grow out of concrete.
Pulled this way and that,
By the traffic of other people’s lives whipping past me.
Sometimes no one passes, and I am forced to stand still.
I can’t make my own breeze, I’m just a dandelion.
I live to make other people happy. And sacrifice my own happiness.
I bloom on other people’s schedules.
And when I get tired, I fall apart and blow away.
I’m such a people pleaser, that I spend half my sessions making my therapist feel better.
Who am I really?
Why can’t I make my own sunlight?
Who could I be if I focused some of this energy on growing myself instead of fertilizing others?
I want to feel my own breeze flowing over my petals.
I want to dig my roots into my own land.
I want to feel like I belong.
Like I have a purpose other than what role I can play for others.
I struggle to live, to thrive, to grow.
I’m not a fragile flower.
If I was fragile I would have already lost.
I’m strong and determined.
And so I keep struggling.
I will push myself through the concrete even if it hurts.
And it will.
Growing always hurts at first.
It’s how we know we’re changing.
Evolving.
Becoming something new and wonderful.
I am a dandelion.
And one day, I’ll be okay with being me.
Sailing Into My Enemies is a poetic voyage through identity, grief, and the versions of ourselves we bury to survive. For readers who crave vulnerable truths, quiet strength, and the kind of healing that comes from facing your own reflection—and choosing to keep going anyway.
See What People Are Saying!
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ “I didn’t expect to see myself on the page like that.
I picked this up on a whim, and it hit me harder than I was ready for. It’s like she wrote the things I’ve been too afraid to say out loud."
Taylor R.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ “This isn’t pretty poetry. It’s real.
It’s messy. It’s uncomfortable. It’s beautiful. I felt called out in the best possible way."
Sarah D.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ “Honestly? I didn’t think a poetry book would stick with me like this.
I’ve reread “I’m a Dandelion” more times than I can count. I keep coming back to it when I forget how far I’ve come."
Mikayla J.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ “I kept thinking, ‘Oh. So it’s not just me.’
That was the biggest thing. The poems don’t solve anything—but they sit with you in it. And sometimes that’s all you really need."
Noah J.
Whisper Into the Current
Feel the pull? Drop anchor here. Share your name and the place where messages may reach you. From time to time, you’ll receive words cast like bottles into the sea—reflections, wreckage, and hope from the places we rarely speak aloud. Or follow the tide on social, where fragments of truth drift through the waves.