In the quiet aftermath
when shadows still cling
to the corners of my mind
I sift through the shards of silence
pieces of me scattered
like autumn leaves
crimson and gold
crunching underfoot
I stand at the edge of a mirror
the reflection wavers
a mosaic of bruised hope
and I whisper to the cracks—
you are not the end
but the beginning of a story
still waiting to be told
I gather the remnants
each breath a small rebellion
each heartbeat a flicker
against the weight of despair
With every dawn
the sun spills warmth
over the landscape of my soul
and I learn to walk on the tightrope
between sorrow and grace
The ghosts of yesterday linger
but today, I choose to dance
with the shadows
to paint my pain
with the colors of resilience
each stroke a testament
to the battles fought in silence
I am a garden of scars
each one a bloom
a reminder that life
in all its chaos
still holds the promise
of rain after drought
the miracle of rebirth
So here I am
arms open wide
ready to embrace the world
to breathe in the unfiltered air
to find the beauty
in the brokenness
and to rise
like the phoenix
from the ashes of my own heart
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Villainized
PoetryVillainized is a collection of poems that delves into my personal hell and the struggles I've faced. I am not the hero of my narrative; a minor side-character? Perhaps. The villain? Maybe. The interpretation is yours to decide.
