Becoming Light

In silence I sat, a shadow of skin,
Threadbare and fading, hollow within.
The world passed through me, unseen, unheard,
A whisper drowned out by a louder word.

Pain etched its name in the lines of my face,
A map of the battles I dared not embrace.
I wore my wounds like transparent clothes,
Invisible truths that nobody knows.

But somewhere beyond the veil of despair,
A flicker ignited, thin as air.
Not loud, not proud, just quietly bright—
A dawn in the distance, a promise of light.

It touched my shoulder, then warmed my chest,
A golden reminder that I am blessed.
Solid once more, I rose from the blur,
No longer a ghost, no longer unsure.

I claimed my name, my voice, my flame,
Not just surviving but staking my claim.
Strength is not loud—it’s steady and true,
And power begins when you see all of you.