I've walked through knives that cut deep—
But now? No blade can pierce my skin or soul.
I've rebuilt myself from scratch,
Using scars as the foundations,
Built from battles that knocked me down.
Each battle wound became a lesson.
Tears, a testament.
Aches transformed into power.
Anger into mastering detachment,
A shield of steel.
But once you've been destroyed ,
And rebuilt yourself from scraps,What else can destroy you?
Nothing can hurt me anymore—
Not words, actions, or love.
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Soul's Reflections
PoetryJourney through a series of haikus that echo the soul's journey across love, heritage, liberation, and identity. In just a few lines, each poem reveals a piece of a broader story, reflecting on the depth of cultural roots, the pulse of self-discover...
