🌒 Half-God, Half-Ghost

They only ever saw what I survived.

The fire I walked out of.

The storm I didn’t drown in.

They called me strong like it was a compliment,

but never asked what it cost to crawl back from the edge barefoot and bleeding.

I’ve smiled with a shattered mouth,

loved with a ribcage full of smoke,

laughed loud enough to hide the fracture in my spine.

I am not a phoenix.

I didn’t rise.

I stayed.

And that was the miracle.

“I am not what I survived — I am what I dared to stay alive for.”

Put that on skin.

Put that on scars.

Put that where the light hits.