I have walked through shadows darker than night,
Felt hands that should have held crush me with fright.
I have known the pain that no one should see,
Yet still I rise, still I fight, still I breathe free.
My little warrior’s laugh is the anchor in storm,
A tiny heart keeping me steady and warm.
Crow’s spirit whispers, steady and near,
A light in the chaos, a voice I hear.
I brace for the worst, hope for the best,
Scars are my armor, instincts my test.
I read the lies, the danger, the signs,
I protect what is real, through endless lines.
The world misunderstands, judges, and mocks,
Labels the vigilance I cannot unbox.
But I am hardwired, born of fire and pain,
Every loss, every tear, every scar leaves a gain.
I am Phoenix, I am flame, I am bone,
I rise from the ashes, never alone.
Through trauma, through love, through chaos and fight,
I carry my little warrior, my flame, into the light.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 1:24 PM UTC
I have walked through shadows darker than night,
Felt hands that should have held crush me with fright.
I have known the pain that no one should see,
Yet still I rise, still I fight, still I breathe free.
My little warrior’s laugh is the anchor in storm,
A tiny heart keeping me steady and warm.
Crow’s spirit whispers, steady and near,
A light in the chaos, a voice I hear.
I brace for the worst, hope for the best,
Scars are my armor, instincts my test.
I read the lies, the danger, the signs,
I protect what is real, through endless lines.
The world misunderstands, judges, and mocks,
Labels the vigilance I cannot unbox.
But I am hardwired, born of fire and pain,
Every loss, every tear, every scar leaves a gain.
I am Phoenix, I am flame, I am bone,
I rise from the ashes, never alone.
Through trauma, through love, through chaos and fight,
I carry my little warrior, my flame, into the light.
This poem is for survivors, for those misunderstood, and for the ones we love who keep us alive. Anonymous_Flame rises through trauma, carrying the ones she loves and every scar as strength and protection.
