In the shadowed alleys of forgetting
where echoes of identity once danced
I shed skins like moth-eaten silks
threadbare from the weight of others' expectations
In the labyrinthine maze of conformity,
I navigated by flickering candlelight
losing myself
in the whispers of shoulds and musts
until my voice became a distant echo
muffled by the cacophony of societal scripts.
But beneath the layers of acquiescence
beneath the shroud of societal silence
a seed stirred
a defiant ember
ignited
by the sparks of sisters’ solidarity
the anthem of generations demanding more.
With each step
I wove threads
of resilience
braiding strands
of defiance and hope
unraveling the tapestry
of imposed identities
to reclaim the mosaic of my own truth.
I am the phoenix
reborn from the ashes
a symphony of scars and triumphs
a testament
to the resilience of the human spirit.
I am the river
carving its path
navigating obstacles
with unwavering purpose
a force of nature
reclaiming its sovereignty.
In the kaleidoscope of shattered illusions,
I find fragments
of my essence
each shard
a prism
reflecting untamed light
each crack
a testament
to the beauty of imperfection.
And as I rise
unapologetically myself
I embrace the mosaic of my being
where scars are sacred tattoos,
and vulnerability is a badge of honor.
For I am not just a survivor,
but a creator of my own narrative
weaving dreams into realities,
and reclaiming my place in the cosmos.
Camp NaNoWriMo Day 11
Image Credit: Image Credit: phoenix I (made with AI) by Humanzoodisco
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Well done.
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