Reborn of My Own Light

I walked through a darkness

no one should ever have to name,

a place where my voice was stolen

but my spirit stayed burning,

quiet and stubborn as an ember

refusing to die.

They tried to carve my story

into something small,

something broken,

but they never understood—

the soul does not end

where a wound begins.

I rose from the ashes

of the person they tried to erase,

shaping myself with my own hands,

claiming my body, my name,

my womanhood,

my right to exist in sunlight.

I am rebirth wrapped in scars,

a new dawn stitched from pain,

and every breath I take

is a declaration:

My life is mine.

My story is mine.

And I rise,

again and again,

in my own unstoppable light.