They buried her in dust
not knowing she was seed
not ruin
They spoke of her in past tense
as if silence meant surrender
But from the weight of broken yesterdays
she gathered the shattered
stitched grief into armor
and kissed the ashes of her name
She rose slowly
like dawn after endless night
and every step she took
shook the bones of those
who said she wouldn’t survive
She turned dust into mirrors
forcing them to see
what they tried to erase
a woman reborn in flame
a soul crowned in gold
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2 hrs agoThey buried her in dust
not knowing she was seed
not ruin
They spoke of her in past tense
as if silence meant surrender
But from the weight of broken yesterdays
she gathered the shattered
stitched grief into armor
and kissed the ashes of her name
She rose slowly
like dawn after endless night
and every step she took
shook the bones of those
who said she wouldn’t survive
She turned dust into mirrors
forcing them to see
what they tried to erase
a woman reborn in flame
a soul crowned in gold