A Heart Made of Ruins and Dawn

I was a seed
lost in the dark,
hid from the sun,
shut from the sky.

Rain fell on me.
Cold winds tore past.
Night had no end.
Hope felt so far.

I lay in the dirt,
still as a stone,
with no hand near,
with no voice heard.

Yet deep in me,
a root took hold.
Small, yet so strong,
it would not break.

No eye could see
the war down there.
No ear could hear
my plea for light.

I had known love.
I had known loss.
I had held close
what I then lost.

Some hands felt warm.
Some words felt kind.
Yet hands can let go.
Kind words can fade.

So I built walls
round my own heart.
I made it still.
I made it numb.

But walls can crack.
Stone can wear down.
Ice can melt slow.
And hearts can heal.

One day, a ray
slipped through the dark.
It was not much.
But it was light.

I did not rise.
I could not yet.
But I felt heat
deep in my roots.

Then came the rain.
Then came the sun.
Then came the wind.
Then came the dawn.

I rose up slow.
I broke the soil.
I met the sky.
I drank the light.

My scars were still
set in my skin.
My past was still
part of my tale.

But pain had lost
its right to rule.
Fear had lost
its grip on me.

I was not new.
I was not whole.
But I was here.

And that was much.

For stars need night
to show their light.
For seeds need dark
to learn to rise.

For rain must fall
to wake the earth.
For hearts may break
and still beat on.

So if you see
me weep some day,
do not think I
have lost my way.

Tears are not weak.
Grief is not shame.
A scar can show
that I once fought.

And if I fall,
I will rise slow.
If night comes back,
I will seek dawn.

For deep in me,
past all my pain,
a small root lives.
A seed still waits.

And I now know—

the dark can last,
the storm can rage,
the sky can weep,

but no night can
hold back the dawn.
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