In the night

In the quiet of the night, I stand alone,
A fractured soul, now weathered and worn.
Once lost in the chaos, drifting, unsure,
I search for the fragments that still endure.

The pieces were scattered, torn by the past,
But deep in my chest, a spark still held fast.
I walked through the fire, endured the pain,
And in every wound, I found strength again.

Each scar a story, each tear a mark,
A journey through darkness, a step toward the spark.
The silence was loud, yet I found my voice,
In the wreckage, I learned to rejoice.

I am not who I was, nor who I will be,
But a version of me, now finally free.
I am whole, though broken I once lay,
A phoenix rising from yesterday.

The past has no power, its grip has slipped,
I embrace who I am, fully equipped.
For in losing myself, I found a new way,
A strength to rise, and a heart that can stay.

Now I stand with my head held high,
Embracing the journey, no longer shy.
In the ruins, I’ve learned to thrive—
I’ve found myself again, and I feel alive.