Shifting Tides

The shifting tides of change washed over me like a tidal wave. It was in that moment of chaos and uncertainty that I found my voice, rising above turmoil with a clarity and conviction that I never knew I had. The event carved a new path within me, reshaping the very core of my being, leading me on a journey of self-discovery and transformation. And as I stand here today, a testament to resilience and growth, I carry with me the echoes of that pivotal moment that changed me forever. As I stand here today, a testament to resilience A warrior forged in the fire of adversity I rise from the ashes, broken but unyielding With scars as my story, each mark a reminder Of the battles fought and won, of the strength within I am a monument of survival, in my brokenness, I found my might I stand tall, unwavering, unbroken I am poetry words felt the ink has spoken Scars are not just marks on our skin, but stories etched into the story of where I been. They are the landmarks of resilience and survival. Each scar tells a chapter of the journey, a reminder of strength and scarsdness. Let me trace my scars with words, Sentences not to long and metaphors that stand strong let my poetry breathe life into the wounds that have shaped me, let my story be told in the language of scars rhythm and rhyme Like the shifting tides.