For the ones who smile, but ache constantly. For the pain that refuses to vanish quietly. For those whose days pass in silence, You are not broken. You just made peace with your darkness.

Not all who break are broken. Some become forests. Some remember how to howl. And some rise, not to be loved, but to never be owned again.

If the world recognizes it, I will build with grace. If they don’t, I’ll still rise with peace.