From ash and silence, you rose—
where love was absent and shadows lingered,
you gathered yourself, piece by piece,
and chose to remain.

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Crowned in crimson, you stand unbroken,
no longer reaching from emptiness,
but offering from a place remade—
your hands now carry abundance.

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You are not what was done to you;
you are the fire that endured,
the voice that returned,
whole, and unyielding.