𝑰𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒎𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒑𝒖🪽

From Ashes to Blossoms

Once, they walked through shadows-
a life marked by loss,
each day a silent echo
of everything that was.

Grief clung like a second skin,
and hope felt far,
a flickering star
hidden behind storms within.

But time, like a quiet sculptor,
chiseled away the pain,
making space for light
to seep in again.

A new chapter unfolded-
not in grand fireworks,
but in soft morning light,
in small steps forward.

They found laughter in the little things,
courage in the cracks,
and beauty not in forgetting,
but in how they came back.

From a past that once burned,
they rose-not unscarred,
but stronger, brighter,
a living work of art.