Rebirth in Ruins

By Yutzil Virgen

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Inside me, a fire burns–

shadows whisper vengeance,

fists of anger clenched

around what once was sweet.

My heart hides itself

behind walls I built from fear,

searching the echoes

for the reflection of who I used to be.

Once I was a warm river,

a light that embraced,

hands open to forgiveness,

a voice that quieted storms.

Now I walk among ruins,

bitter like forgotten fruit,

and I cry out to the heavens:

“Do not let me fall.”

I am the daughter of an eternal throne,

and I feel the shadow

tempt my blood, my voice, my spirit.

Father, guide my return.

Guard the spark that still remains.

Let my heart take flight again–

let kindness not die within me.

For even in the wreckage

there are seeds waiting to grow,

and I long to rise again,

stronger than the darkness.