06/08/2026
The ink was silent while the spirit healed,
A quiet space where fractures were annealed.
I cannot say if absence was a wrong or right,
But I return with clarity and striking light.
I emerged unbroken, heavy iron turned to pure,
Vindicated by the bitter pains that I endured.
My mind, my body, and my sovereign soul,
Are mended now, entirely complete and whole.
I left that shattered ghost behind, within the grey,
And dropped the fading hands of those not built to stay.
Let them dig through remnants that I cast behind,
And sift through shallow imprints that they hope to find.
They only touch the frozen ash, the outer crust, Unaware my inner core is built of deeper trust.
A sacred center, fierce and clean, that will not bow
To any shifting shadow, lie, or broken vow.
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