Bloom and doom

Your words — like darts across a no-man’s land,
Break me again, I’ll still hold what I can.
I may be on my knees, but I keep dancing,
with a broken soul and a soft heart.

Fighting through blood and sand,
While the storm writes curses across this land.
I dance in the rain with closed eyes,
Still shining beneath your chaos skies.

No one saw those voiceless nights,
The war I lived beyond the lights.
My footprints — ghosts on wounded ground,
My thoughts — a fire that never drowned.

Felt evil crawl across my skin,
Justice twisted into something thin.
But this soul’s forged in ash and steel —
I bleed, I break, but I still feel.

A lone flame in the war.
Screaming hope in a world gone quiet.
You tried to bury me in your storm,
But I learned to glow where there is only darkness
I rise from dust with nothing to prove —
Still breathing fire, still learning to move.

I’ve wanted revenge, but peace even more,
So when the grey comes, and light runs dry,
I whisper loud:
“Don’t let them kill what makes you burn”

Still dancing in chains,
Still finding stars in broken rains.
I see beauty in this rotting world,
Truth in silence, a flag unfurled.
I’m the fire that scars but won’t consume —
The proof that hope can bloom in doom.