From embers low, where darkness crept.
I lay in ash, where silence wept.
But fire whispered through my veins.
A spark reborn, realised from chains.
No longer small, no longer weak.
I find my strength in the words I speak.
With open heart and lifted head.
I walk the path my soul has spread.
Each scar a story, engraved by light.
Each wound a lesson burning bright.
No mask to wear, no role to play.
I stand as I am, come what may.
The winds may howl, the night may call.
But I have risen past them all.
Untamed, unshaken, fierce and free.
At last, I burn only as me!
By Hester Bennett
