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 care...