I will rise from hell,
Not in search of heaven,
But to carve a realm of my own,
Where no soul is bound or driven.
I'll burn through the shadows,
With fire in my veins,
Not to escape the darkness,
But to master its reigns.
I’ll wear my scars like armor,
Each wound a tale of might,
Not as marks of suffering,
But as symbols of the fight.
I’ll stand on broken ruins,
Not mourning what has passed,
But building from the ashes,
A kingdom built to last.
I’ll rise beyond the fury,
With purpose in my stride,
Not seeking fleeting glory,
But the strength to never hide.
For every storm that shaped me,
Every trial I’ve survived,
Is fuel to light my journey,
Proof I am alive.
---
Gyana
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Whispered Verses
Poetry☘️In the quiet corners of the heart, where words are soft yet profound, "Whispered Verses" weaves a tapestry of emotion. Each poem is a reflection of life's delicate moments-whispers of love, echoes of loss, the strength found in struggle, and the b...
