Back from the edge, where the silence screamed my name,
I crawl through the ashes, wearing sparks like shame.
Every tear I left hanging now rains back as flame,
I’m stitched by the echoes, still bleeding but sane.
The night tried to keep me, whispered “stay, you’re free,”
But dawn cracked the darkness, returned my heartbeat to me.
I’m bruised, I’m broken, yet louder than the void I flee—
Back from the edge, and the edge remembers me.