Ashes to Armor

I gave you my heart, soft as spring rain,
You held it like thunder, then left me with pain.
But pain is a teacher, and tears are the ink,
That write out the lessons we’re forced to rethink.

You walked away, and I shattered in two,
But broken things sparkle with a different hue.
I gathered my pieces, not to be the same—
But to rise even stronger, reborn from the flame.

Love didn’t leave me; it changed its disguise,
From needing your touch to seeing my rise.
I found in the silence a voice of my own,
A rhythm of courage I’d never been shown.

So thank you for leaving, for setting me free,
From the cage of your love to the truth inside me.
I’m not just surviving—I’m learning to soar,
With wings made of wisdom and dreams I restore