You are not the battles that tested you.
Not the scars that remain.
Not the nights that left you trembling
beneath the weight of silence.
You are the breath that kept moving.
The heart that refused to stop beating.
The strength that rose quietly
when no one else could see it.
Your wounds may whisper where you’ve been,
but they cannot tell you where to go.
Your past may press heavy,
but it is not the weight you carry forward.
You are light,
fierce enough to break through shadow,
gentle enough to guide yourself home.
The storm tried to claim you,
yet here you are,
unclaimed, unbroken,
still rising into more.
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