I’ve stood in storms
that tore at my skin
and didn’t stop.
Not until I forgot what warmth felt like,
Not until I became the storm,
Not until I became sharp like a knife,
Not until I honed my soul with strife…
With each cut, each shard, a lesson learned,
a fiery spark where edges burned…
and made me lose parts of me that were way too soft,
at least for this world.
I’ve sat in all the fears and doubts…
the kind that whisper
that I am nothing,
That I am too much.
That I am alone…
and always will be.
I’ve carried the weight of every silence.
Every time I walked away…
because I didn’t think I was worth staying for.
But there’s something still burning inside me…
Raw, alive and free.
A flicker that says:
Get up. Burn that shit down.
Not because it’s easy,
But because I don’t need permission…
to be whole.
I won’t break…
Not quietly.
This is not how this story ends.
I will fight…
for the girl who cried at night…
For the voice that was always talked over,
For the part of me that still believes…
in morning hugs and the breeze of the sea
that smells and tastes like cocoa, salt, ease and bliss
Even when everything is wrong,
Even when my chest feels like it’s caving in…
Every tear,
Every scar,
Every fear I thought would swallow me…
I wear them.
But they do not name me.
I am not the damage,
I am the rebuild.
I will fight for me,
I will believe,
Even when belief tastes like blood…
and sounds like screaming
into an empty room.
I’ve given love
like oxygen…
to everyone but myself.
I’ve begged the silence
to answer back…
and it didn’t.
But I am still here.
And I am done
pretending I need to earn space.
The road is brutal,
The climb cuts deep…
But I’ve bled before.
Fear doesn’t get to win.
No more running,
No more shrinking,
No more apologies…
for needing to be me.
I am not weak,
I am not safe,
I am fire…
I am a phoenix
and I will rise.
My soul is here to be lava, blood, storm…
destroyer of liars,
killer of hate and despise.
I will fight for me,
I won’t bend the knee.
(Inspired by the song: “I Will Fight For Me” by CANI)