Untouched by the Flames

Each poem you read here

was written in real time—

through the ache,

through the surrender,

through the slow rebuilding of trust.

I am not finished.

I haven’t “arrived.”

I’m still healing.

Still listening.

Still being held.

This is how I process.

This is how I pray.

Each piece is hand-lettered,

woven in stillness,

birthed from Breath + Ash—

the breath of God that revives what’s buried,

and the ash of sorrow He never wastes.

Here, the fire didn’t destroy me.

It’s refining me.

Here, poetry becomes prayer.

And healing becomes my offering.

From the words to the textures,

each piece carries the weight

of the season it came from—

and the hope I’m learning to hold.

Everything you see is original—

created by me.

If something here speaks to you,

I kindly ask that you tag or credit

dotkoak.com or 

@dotkoak.official 

when sharing.

Thank you for meeting me here.

Let's walk this together.

With you in the ache—and the rising,

—dotkoak