My Life and Loss

My life and loss became

entertainment for people who

once called themselves friends.

They devoured my flesh

and wore my shame like a trophy.

The people I loved danced

across my heart

until there was nothing

left but broken pieces.

For a long time,

I stopped recognizing

myself.

I became quiet.

Emotionless.

Alone.

Just a shell of the

woman I used to be.

But slowly…

I started finding

the pieces again.

One by one.

And somewhere between

the grief and the silence

I found myself.

Now I rise differently.

Not untouched.

Not unbroken.

But finally…

whole enough to fly again.