In the twilight of unraveling, I stood,
frayed edges torn by a storm unseen,
a spiritual quake that split the skies,
my heart, once whole, now scattered stars
But from this chrysalis of shadow,
where silence hums with ancient songs,
I began to breathe with wings unseen,
soft threads weaving light from loss
Each tear became a prism of truth,
each scar a constellation’s path,
and in the quiet pulse of becoming,
I felt the warmth of sun and moon
Golden light kissed my trembling soul,
as I shed the weight of what I was,
emerging in a burst of color,
a butterfly, radiant and bold
The magic of my metamorphosis,
magnetic, glowing, free,
I danced in rhythms only stars knew,
a sacred beat, celestial key
Now I soar in luminous flight,
a masterpiece of spirit reborn,
my wings are both sun and moon,
a whisper of healing, fierce and warm
For in the sacred storm I found,
that to break is to become whole,
and the beauty of my soul’s ascent
Is the glow that never fades—
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