Happy Birthday To Me

Fifty years burned into the marrow of my bones, A life stitched together with fire and fate. Mi Vida Loca, a symphony of scars and rebellion, I have walked through storms that swallowed souls, Witnessed horrors I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy, Yet here I stand, whole—unbroken, unbeaten, A testament to the chaos that shaped me. The moon will be full, as if it knew, Illuminating a night made sacred by survival. I have danced on the edges of oblivion, Held hands with demons and laughed in their faces. I have seen hatred strip the world bare, But it could never devour my light, For I am forged from something stronger. Stories whisper through the corridors of my mind, Tales only I can tell, riddled with fire and dust. I have kissed the brink of madness, Sipped wisdom from cups meant for the gods. Each lesson carved into the map of my skin, And when I speak, the universe listens, Because I have earned every word. So here’s to fifty years of impossible survival, To the wounds that became my armor, To the darkness that never dared consume me, To the full moon that bows in recognition, To the mind that touched eternity, And to the soul that refused to break— Happy birthday to me.