Reborn From the Pieces

 Reborn From the Pieces

You know my story—written in fractures and flame,

In nights that tried to convince me I’d never be the same,

I carried storms no one could see,

Smiling while breaking quietly.

I was the girl who learned to survive,

Who forgot what it meant to feel alive,

Who stitched her wounds with trembling hands,

And stood alone where no one stands.

Yes, I was broken—there is no disguise,

I have tasted betrayal, I have buried cries,

I have walked through fires meant to end me,

Yet somehow they only forged me free.

Look at me now—I am rising slow,

Like dawn teaching the dark to go,

Not untouched, not unchanged, not new—

But stronger than the pain I grew through.

I am reclaiming forgotten space,

Calling my power back into place,

No longer shrinking to be loved,

No longer begging to be enough.

For what was shattered became my art,

Golden light through a mended heart,

And every scar that once felt torn

Now whispers softly—you are reborn.

I am not what tried to destroy me,

I am the woman who chose to be,

And from the ashes of who I’ve been…

I rise—whole, awakened, born again.