I was a night owl
When pain would start to haunt me.
I stood alone in the night like an owl,
I saw my life becoming like a desert.
I was heartbroken;
It burned like an oven in my wounded soul.
I didn't know my own strength
Until life's storms crashed down.
With each blow,
I stumbled while wearing a heavy crown of thorns.
But inside, a fire would burn.
I didn't know my own strength,
But now I am the architect of my own fate,
Molding my life with love and grace in silence.
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WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoetryAs I stood at the line of silence, death in my darkest days, a bird sang within me, "Who cursed you in silence?" It was the darkest days I asked myself. How am I going to change blue to purple? This question became the catalyst for my odyssey from s...
