Echoes of Fractures and Memories
By Amie Ndure
"Such a weird, pulling, overly complex experience. So universal yet contrastingly painfully unique, isolating and personal.
She didn't just leave or die, I'm constantly losing her but by bit which is probably the most painful part. First it was her scent, then how she hugged with so much warmth and excitement and now how she sounds.
I don't know where to look for her anymore, anywhere I seem to try pushes me down piercing and confronting realities I can't find her and I don't think I ever will again. I was robbed of a chance to get to know her, to connect with her, to learn recepies without measurements and all the valuable life lessons. To give her an opportunity to be proud of me- a version that I am exhaustingly trying to be.
Everything about her and what she represented was taken alongside all my other relationships, and my ability to love big and hard.
They say time will never truly be enough and that grief is proof that we once loved.
We are fossil fragments of memories for better or worse glued together by hope or fear desperation or delusion.
She continues to live within me.
In my broad, wide shoulders and in my name because I came from him and he came from her.
She is the utmost important, giving him importance meaning that I am too.
A part of her will always be with me Alive or dormant, known or unknown together they make us whole
They everlastingly live within."
A Note From Amie
My name is Amie Ndure, and I am a psychology student at University College Cork (UCC). While my academic journey is rooted in understanding the human mind, my truest form of self-expression and healing lies in writing—especially poetry. It’s through poetry that my thoughts and experiences find space to breathe, to exist as they are: raw, unfiltered, and real.
Growing up in a community where mental health was often stigmatized, I carried the weight of silence. There was no safe space to speak openly about my struggles. Poetry became that space for me—a place where pain, resilience, and growth could live without judgment. Through words, I’ve learned to explore the depths of trauma, identity, and healing in ways that bring both clarity and connection.
Writing gives me the courage to face my past, process my emotions, and share my journey with honesty. It’s more than a creative outlet; it’s a bridge—between myself and others, between isolation and understanding.
In embracing the broken pieces of my story, I’ve learned to turn them into something meaningful. This vulnerability has become my strength. My goal in psychology is simple: to help others feel seen, heard, and understood—just as poetry has done for me, and I hope you feel that too.
