To The Girl Who Burned Before She Bloomed

I know you right now, are all fire and fight,
Gripping the dark to keep out the light.
You think the hurt’s forever yours to keep,
That scars run too heavy, that wounds cut too deep.

But time—though you curse it—will steady your flame,
It softens the edges, while it solidifies your frame.
The bruises will fade like the clouds from the sky,
And one day you’ll learn how to hold your head high.

Your voice will return, stronger than steel,
No longer a whisper afraid to be real.
The questions won’t vanish—you’ll still want to know,
But you’ll fall in love with the way answers grow.

The chaos you cling to will soften and bend,
And one day you’ll call it your oldest friend.
You’ll inspire the lost, the quiet, the small,
By proving you can survive it all.

So let the road twist, let the maps tear in two,
Each detour is carving the masterpiece of you.
Though the wait feels endless, the hours will mend,
And teach you that pain has a natural end.

You'll learn there's no need to hide and run,
And know every battle was already won.
You’ll stop chasing maps that promise the truth,
And fall in love with the proof of your youth.

You’ll find kindred spirits who speak in your tone,
And you’ll know what it means to feel less alone.
And one day you’ll laugh at the girl you once knew,
Not in mockery, but with love and gratitude, too.

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