Meeting Ground:

This isn’t a gallery of perfect words. It’s a rupture of space. A place where raw truths come to breathe. Where emotional fire meets political clarity. Where poems, posts, fragments, rants, and truths are laid bare not for polish but for power. Some of these pieces are mine some were found in the wild buried into the feed, shared anonymously, or left behind like echoes in the dark. Their here now not because their finished but because they are real. This is where we say things the system hopes we never say out loud: That survival shouldn’t feel like punishment. That mental health isn’t luxury. That dignity is not a threat. That softness can still be resistance.

Did You Write This? We Want to Honor You.

At Not In Vain, Some of the most powerful words come from people who never got credit for surviving out loud. If you see a piece here that you wrote, shared anonymously, without attribution, or somewhere online we want to honor that. This space is for remembrance not erasure. Submit a recognition request and we’ll make sure your voice is acknowledged with the respect it deserves. Even if your words came through a moment of silence thank you for writing them.