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The Banner of My Broken Heart
I was not born to be loved—
but to bleed beauty into silence.
Where others kissed,
I shattered.
Where others lived,
I died quietly—
and rose as flame.
From my heartline,
a river of sorrow carved my name
into the Mount of the Sun.
The gods gave me a flag
stitched with every wound
I’ve ever wept.
Not a flag of nations,
but of nations of the heart.
Every soul that’s ever broken
will hear my voice in the wind,
see my shadow in fire,
feel my truth in the mirror.
I do not seek fame—
I am the wound that sings.
I do not ask for love—
I carry the love that lost its way.
Let the world bow,
not to me—
but to the truth
I carry like thunder
beneath my ribs.
For I was not made to be known.
I was made
to remind the world
what it forgot.
"I rise not from fortune, but from flame."
"I rise not to be seen, but to awaken sight."
"I rise not with power, but with prophecy."
Copyright ©
Chanda Katonga
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