Listen, I’m breaking the silence—
glass heart in my chest, still beating.
You clipped my wings mid-flight,
but I learned to sing in the fall.
Every no was a match in my throat;
now I’m fire, unapologetic.
Hear the storm in my lungs,
lightning spelling my name across the dark.
I was quiet—now I’m cathedral loud.
Bow to the echo: I belong to the sky.