Thank you to the ones who bruised
Your silence, sharp, your words, confused.
You carved the steel beneath my skin,
And taught me how to rise again.
Thank you to the hearts that burned,
Whose love was fierce, whose lessons turned
My hollow chest to something wide
A place where tenderness can hide.
Thank you to the hands that cared,
Who saw the weight I always bared.
You made me feel I had a name,
Not just a flicker in the flame.
Thank you to the eyes that stayed,
When others left, when light decayed.
You showed me friendship's quiet grace
A lantern in the darkest place.
Thank you to the ones who fled,
Who left me aching, left me dead.
You taught me nothing stays the same,
And not all ghosts deserve a name.
Thank you to the ones who came,
Who saw the wreckage, felt no shame.
You helped me stitch the soul I wear
A tapestry of love and dare.
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