
From the depths of shadows, I began to rise,
A spark in the darkness, a flame in disguise.
Struggling, stumbling, through endless night,
I fought my way toward the faintest light.
In the world’s eyes, I was nothing at all,
A whisper of hope, too fragile, too small.
But fire grew fierce beneath bruised skin,
A silent promise to never give in.
They said I’d break, I’d falter, I’d fall,
But deep in my chest, a voice called,
Unseen battles, scars none could trace,
Marked each step of my quiet embrace.
Through storms that threatened to tear me down,
I wore my pain like a thorned crown.
Each loss, each failure, a lesson to learn,
With every wound, I found strength to return.
In shadows deep, I found my way,
Turned doubts to ashes, kept fear at bay.
And now, they see what I always knew—
That heroes are built in struggle, too.
From zero to hero, step by step,
A journey of courage, no regrets kept.
For in the end, I became my own flame,
A heart on fire, untamed, unchained.


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