When mirrors speak in whispers edged with doubt,
And shadows stretch to measure all my scars,
I gather every fragile piece cast out
And name them constellations, private stars.
For I have walked through nights no one has known,
With trembling faith held gently in my chest;
I learned to make the broken ground my throne,
And call my restless heart to quiet rest.
And shadows stretch to measure all my scars,
I gather every fragile piece cast out
And name them constellations, private stars.
For I have walked through nights no one has known,
With trembling faith held gently in my chest;
I learned to make the broken ground my throne,
And call my restless heart to quiet rest.
No borrowed praise shall teach me what I’m worth,
No fleeting hands define what I must be;
I root my love in my own living earth,
And stand unmoved, untamed, entirely me.
So let the world withhold its passing art
I wear my truest crown within my heart.
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