From the Ashes of Silence

No more broken pieces, no more silent tears, I bury the echoes of my haunted years. Each scar, each fracture, a lesson in disguise, Teaching me the weight of truth beneath the skies. I choose days that hum with laughter's quiet fire, And nights that cradle my heart in shadowed light. The storms may come, but they will not remain, For I have learned to rise, to feel, to sustain. I am not the sorrow I once knew so well, I claim my life again- my heart, my choice.