Fragile Rebirth

I broke, I bled, I disappeared —

But here I am… still reappeared.

Not whole, not clean, not fully sure —

But standing where I fell before.

The mirror cracked but showed my face,

Not who I was, but what remains.

Every piece I stitched in pain —

Now hums with life, a quiet flame.

This is my fragile rebirth,

A tremble deep beneath the dirt.

I rise not strong, but still alive —

And in this breath, I learn to survive.

My voice shakes like newborn light,

Breaking gently through the night.

Hope is thin — a thread, a wire —

But I walk it, fueled by fire.

This is my fragile rebirth,

Wounds still fresh, still full of worth.

I rise not healed, but real this time —

Reborn from ash, not clean… but mine.

Scars don’t vanish, they evolve,

Proof of what I’ve had to solve.

I was shattered — now I glow,

A stained-glass soul beginning to show…

This is my fragile rebirth,

A second chance grown from the hurt.

I rise with cracks that shine through fire —

Alive again, and climbing higher.