Built from Ashes, Unbreakable
I was eight, or maybe nine,
Still thought stars were mine to climb.
Then his hands, like poison smoke,
Stole the voice I never spoke.
Told my sister, trembling low,
She said, “You have to let them know.”
Police, the court, the therapy –
But nothing felt the same in me.
Saw him smile in town one day,
Mum stood still – what could we say?
Moved away to start again,
But pain found me in different men.
Locked away while time stood still,
Lonely days I couldn’t fill.
Trusted wrong, and paid the price,
Fell through silence, cracked like ice.
School, then work – slow steps ahead,
Still some days I wished me dead.
But friends pulled back the light I lost,
Held me hand through every cost.
Now I rise, not healed but whole,
Scarred by keeper of my soul.
What tried to burn me left a flame –
Built from ashes,
I remain.
Unbreakable
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