You can’t heal where you have been hurt

Ashes to Ascension

The battlefield was the same place he once fell. Scorched, broken, left for dead. They told him, "You can't heal where you were hurt." But he was not just a man; he was a force. Like the phoenix, he rose from his own ashes, stronger, wiser. His scars whispered of wars fought not just with fists, but within his soul. The fire had burned his flesh, but not his will.

And so the Legend was born:

Hatred knocked, promising power. He refused. Strength born from darkness would consume him. Instead, he wielded light; his mind, his heart, unbreakable. From the ruins, he did not just rise. He soared.

From fire and ruin, I once fell,

A whispered tale, a shattered shell.

They told me, “Leave, you cannot stay,”

But in the ash, I found my way.

Like the phoenix, bright and bold,

I rose again from embers cold.

My mind, the sword, my heart, the light,

I won my war without the fight.

Hatred knocked, but I stood tall,

For from its roots, the strong will fall.

Strength in love, not wrath nor flame,

Is how I soared and rose again.

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