From the ashes of heartache, I’ll rise once again,
No longer defined by the hurt or the pain.
With each step I take, I’ll reclaim my light,
Transforming the shadows, embracing the night.

Once tethered by sorrow, I’m breaking those chains,
Shedding the whispers of love’s bittersweet gains.
Each tear that I’ve shed waters seeds deep within,
Nurturing strength where the old wounds begin.

In the silence, I gather my scattered dreams,
Piecing together the fragments, or so it seems.
The echoes of laughter, the memories that cling,
Are lessons in patience, and the growth that they bring.

With each drop of care, my dreams begin to bloom,
As I water my spirit, dispelling the gloom.
I’ll walk through the valleys where darkness once reigned,
With courage as armour, I’ll dance through the rain.

The scars tell my story, each one a mark,
Of battles fought bravely, igniting the spark.
So, here’s to the mornings when hope starts to bloom,
To the whispers of joy that disperse all the gloom.

In the tapestry woven with threads of my past,
I’ll stitch a new future, vibrant and vast.
With brighter dreams, I’ll rise from the fall,
A silent comeback, embracing it all.

For in every heartbeat, I’m learning to soar,
In this journey of healing, I’m ready for more