i am the story told in shadows
a paradox woven tight within my bones
the narrative splits like a cracked mirror
reflecting truths that cannot coexist

i am both the broken and the healer
the lost child and the one who carries the flame
a wanderer trapped between silence and scream
anchored in memories that refuse to fade

they say rebuild, start anew
but how do you construct from ruins
when every brick weighs heavy with betrayal?
when the past is both prison and refuge?

i carry the ache of being unseen
and the fierce pulse of becoming known
the contradiction of craving connection
while fearing the wounds it might bring

in this story, i am the author and the character
the victim and the warrior
the silence and the roar
caught in the endless loop of pain and hope

and maybe that’s the truth i must live
a narrative unresolved, unfinished, raw
a paradox that refuses neat endings
because some stories are meant to breathe
between the lines of brokenness and grace