I was built
By the wreckage of what broke me.
In love,
In loss,
In the quiet undoing of life.
Grief carved wisdom into my bones.
Betrayal lit a fire I thought I’d lost.
Every slammed door
Became an opening,
Not outwards, but in.
I never wandered
From the road I walked,
A warrior,
Not for glory,
But for those I hold close.
Time tempered my core.
Every fall
A foundation.
Every scar
A story I carry,
Not with shame,
But with pride.
Now I stand,
Not untouched by pain,
But shaped by it.
Taller,
Bolder,
And finally,
Unapologetically,
Me.
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