From The Ashes

 From The Ashes

I burned down everything that wasn’t true

Every lie you fed me, every version you drew

I stood in the wreckage, hands shaking, alone

Then realized the ashes were mine to own

I rose up unnamed, just breath and a spark

No past on my back, no weight in the dark

I shed every label you stapled to pain

I didn’t lose myself—I shed a dead name

I was ashes once, yeah, scattered and cold

Now I rise with a spine made of heat and gold

Every lesson a wing, every loss a gain

I don’t flinch at the rain—I danced in the flames

I was reborn in the silence you left

Where I stitched my heart back, thread by breath

No more begging truth from mouths that deceive

I trust what I feel, I believe what I see

I reclaimed my voice, it sounds different now

Lower, steadier, doesn’t need to be loud

It doesn’t ask permission, doesn’t chase

It stands its ground, it holds its place

You called it rage—I call it heat

The kind that forges steel in me

Every scar a feather, every tear a flame

I walked through hell and came back named

I am not who you broke—I am who survived

Who learned to live without asking why

I don’t need your witness, I don’t need your belief

I rose anyway, teeth in the grief

My past doesn’t chase me, it follows behind

A shadow that proves I outran that time

I don’t flinch at truth, I don’t fold at blame

I don’t answer to lies that don’t know my name

I was ash, I was smoke, I was nothing but breath

Now I’m heat and horizon and choice and depth

I didn’t come back softer, I came back real

With a heart that knows how to break and heal

So call me reborn, reclaimed, renamed

I lit my own fire, I’m not the same

The girl you buried didn’t stay down

She learned how to burn—and then crowned herself now