CiciNK.H
Bronze Member

Cierra Kable is a 28-year-old writer and devoted mother of two, currently residing near Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Born in Camp Hill, Pennsylvania, she has lived across the United States, collecting diverse experiences that shape her introspective and reflective nature. A true Sagittarius, Cierra approaches life with curiosity, seeking meaning in life’s complexities while cherishing the comforts of home and family. Her writing is both an emotional outlet and a form of exploration, blending reflections on a challenging childhood with lessons from her present life. Cierra transforms hardships into art that highlights growth, resilience, and the beauty that can arise from struggle. Her poetic style is intricate and heartfelt, offering readers a relatable perspective on the power of hope and perseverance. Through her craft and daily life, Cierra strives to inspire others to find light in the darkness, embrace the beauty within challenges, and recognize the potential for growth in adversity. Her ability to turn personal experiences into meaningful art reflects her empathy and belief in the quiet strength of positivity and connection. Outside of writing, Cierra enjoys reading, exploring history, philosophy, and art, and experimenting in the kitchen. Though she appreciates the idea of exploration, she finds peace in the sanctuary of her home, where she nurtures her two sons and balances her creative pursuits with motherhood. Cierra Kable is a storyteller whose work resonates with authenticity and depth, embodying the transformative power of creativity and the enduring light of hope.

Joined: October 2024 Last seen: 9 hours ago

Submitted Poems 15 total

Flowers Why do we give mourners flowers, when all they do is— wither, die, returning to dust? Another loss so soon, after the burial of one’s life, who is now in a new beginning, yet was cherished here. It’s contradictory, you see, the... – *by Cierra Kable*	24 Views added 2 days ago	Rating
The Weight of Wings ʚ♡ɞ I. The World in Ruins The world is in ruins now. Nothing will ever be the same. The sky is a grieving mother, heavy with the weight of her dead children. Clouds, swollen and bruised, hang low, suffocating the earth beneath them. ... – *by Cierra Kable*	4 Views added 4 days ago	Rating
The Names With Faces The list of names grows longer. A digital graveyard in my hands, a silent roll call of the lost. I scroll through them, one by one, like flipping through the pages of a book, whose ending was ripped out— before I could finish. Some names I... – *by Cierra Kable*	8 Views added 7 days ago	Rating
The Cookie It was Halloween, the kind of night that stretched with promise, where every shadow held excitement and every lit porch was an invitation to dream. We lived on base, just outside Seattle, where rain was less an event, more a constant hum— ... – *by Cierra Kable*	4 Views added 8 days ago	Rating
Where Laughter Rests Once, in a town cradled by rivers and canopied by timeworn oaks, there lived a woman whose presence was as quiet as the morning mist. She was known not by her name, but by the imprint she left on those around her. Some called her a healer... – *by Cierra Kable*	8 Views added 8 days ago	Rating