Because of Them, I Became Her: The Broken Wings Of A Sparrow

Because of Them, I Became Her: The Broken Wings Of A Sparrow

“I didn’t leave because I stopped loving. I left because I started losing myself.” Because of Them, I Became Her The Broken Wings of a Sparrow This is not a love story. This is what happens after love is mishandled. This is for the woman who stayed too long. Who loved deeply, quietly, and without conditions only to find herself questioning her worth in something that once felt real. Melayana Sparrow writes from the middle of it all not from a place of arrival, but from the breaking, the confusion, and the becoming. These poems speak to: loving softly in a world that does not handle gentleness with care mistaking attention for intention holding on to something that was never holding you and the slow, painful realization that choosing yourself is not selfish it’s necessary. This is not healing wrapped in perfection. This is growth while it’s still happening. This is what it looks like to unlearn survival, to sit with truth, and to become someone new without losing your softness. If you have ever: loved in a way that wasn’t returned felt unseen in something that felt so real or had to rebuild yourself in silence this book will meet you there. Not at the end but in the middle.