19/05/2025
I once dreamt I buried the echoes of my childhood…
Not in the soil — but in the silence I was forced to swallow.
The golden child wore a crown 👑 made of my broken moments,
while I stood in the shadow — unheard, unseen, unforgiven. 🌑
But dreams have a cruel honesty…
I saw the pain I buried rise with fire 🔥 in its lungs.
It wasn’t hatred. It was the scream of a child 🧒 who was never held,
a heart that learned love only through comparison,
and a soul that grew thorns 🌹 where it needed warmth.
I didn’t kill my past…
I just stopped letting it kill me. ⚔️"