Rebirth in Ruins
- Apr 25
- 1 min read
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.
Author Bio: Yutzil Virgen is a student at EVC who writes poetry about emotions people often struggle to express such as love, grief, and feeling lost. Her work explores the process of facing difficult feelings while learning to grow and choose oneself. When she is not writing, she enjoys reading, listening to music, and appreciating the small moments that make life meaningful. |
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