Rise from the Ashes

Introduction: Some scars don’t fade—but they can be transformed into symbols of strength. This poem tells the story of survival, of defying expectations, and of finding light even in the darkest places.

They say she’s bad news, a storm in disguise,
A wildfire burning beneath cold, distant eyes.
They never trusted, never believed,
Cast me aside, left me deceived.

They threw me out, shattered my soul,
Forced me to wander, lost and cold.
I begged to stay, to prove them wrong,
But they pushed me out—I didn’t belong.

Now I’m a ghost in their past, nothing more;
They expect me to crawl, to knock on their door.
But I won’t plead, I won’t bend,
Their chapter is closed—this is my end.

Then I met him, a light in the haze,
Following close, undeterred by my ways.
Ready to give, to break and to mend,
Unshaken, refusing to bend.

I warned him—stay back, don’t try,
But he saw through the armor, the cracks, the lies.
He held on tight, refused to let go,
Taught me to heal, to let the past flow.

He cared like family, fought for my soul,
Filled up the spaces that never felt whole.
And in his warmth, I finally found
A place to stand on solid ground.

Yet shadows whispered, doubts took hold—
Could I trust this heart so bold?
A rebel’s life, rough and scarred;
Could love survive when times grew hard?

But every time I tried to run,
He chased me down like the rising sun.
In his arms, the darkness waned,
Through every storm, through every pain.

Now hand in hand, we face the fight,
Two restless souls in endless night.
No longer lost, no longer alone,
We’ve built a fire; we’ve found a home.

But battles rage within my chest,
A fragile heart that won’t find rest.
Afraid to break, afraid to trust,
Yet drawn to him by more than lust.

He whispers hope when skies turn gray,
Promises never to drift away.
His voice, a balm—so calm, so true—
A love that feels forever new.

The world may judge, may sneer, may mock,
But we stand firm, an unbroken rock.
For in his eyes, I finally see
The strength to be who I must be.

And when the past comes back to fight,
We’ll face the storm; we’ll own the night.
For love like ours will never die,
A burning flame beneath the sky.

So here I stand, no longer afraid,
With him beside me, the memories fade.
No longer haunted, no longer torn—
In his arms, I am reborn.

And though the world may never see
The fire that burns inside of me,
With him, I’ve found my voice, my grace—
A fearless soul in a boundless space.

💭 Reflection: Every fall, every hardship is a chance to rise again. This poem reminds us that no fire is strong enough to keep us from soaring. Have you ever had to rebuild yourself? What kept you going? Share your journey in the comments. 📌 Follow for more: https://lyrichaventavishi.blogspot.com