𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒

I see a child in the mirror, eyes wide with fear, Holding onto pieces I’ve buried for years. She whispers questions no one can hear, Dreams of a home where the silence is clear. I see the dreamer who wanted the sky, Hands reaching upward, afraid to try. And the shadow that taught me how to survive, Carrying secrets just to stay alive. All the echoes, all the scars, Every fracture makes me who I am. Every version of me, The broken, the brave, the in-between. They’re all singing in harmony, Even the silence, even the screams. I am not just one story, I’m every version of me. The fighter who rose when the night fell too long, Carved out her strength from a world gone wrong. The poet who bled all her pain into songs, Painting the truth where it never belonged. The lover who kissed with a trembling hand, Building a castle on sinking sand. The stranger who tried to learn how to stand, Learning that loss could be part of the plan. All the faces, all the names, Every failure sets the fire aflame. Every version of me, The broken, the brave, the in-between. They’re all singing in harmony, Even the silence, even the screams. I am not just one story, I’m every version of me. I won’t erase the ghosts I’ve been, They carried me here through thick and thin. And if I fall, I’ll rise again, With a thousand voices under my skin. [lifted] Every version of me, The shattered, the healed, the in-between. They’re not enemies, they’re family, Threads in the fabric that make me free. I am not just one story, I’m every version of me. [soft, fading] Every version, every version, (Every version, every version) Every version, every version (Every version, every version) Every version, every version) Every version of me…