I am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

I was born from a hurricane of rage and the seed sown in shame.

Yet I embraced with fiery grace, defying fate

I took my place.

In the crucible of adversity, I was forged.

Each trial and tribulation only empowered my courage.

No hand to help, no loving grace.

But within me a flame ablaze.

My laughter echoes through the night, a beacon of hope in the shadow’s light.

It is in the despair that my strength in the face of cruelty I learned to relentlessly show kindness blooming in the wounded heart; a gentle flower.