January 24th, 2025

I didn’t think I’d endure the nights,

The days, the endless seconds’ fight.

But here I stand, against the tide,

Where shadows wane, and light abides.

The pain, once sharp, has lost its weight,

A ghost that lingers but cannot stay.

It whispers faintly, then steps aside,

As I reclaim what once had died.

I’ve come back to life, a fragile bloom,

Rising steady from the gloom.

Each breath, a spark, each step, a flame,

Here I am—alive, unchained.