Echoes of Grace

  I carry a world inside my skin, A storm that no one sees begin. The lightning strikes, the thunder rolls, But silence wraps around my soul. They see the surface, bright and clear, A mask of strength, no hint of fear. Yet underneath, the battles rage, An untold war inside my cage. My mind a race, too fast, too slow, Where focus comes and then lets go. I chase the moments, try to stay, But thoughts slip through, they run away. My body feels like shifting sand, Some days I stumble just to stand. The pain, the fog, they take their toll, Yet still I fight to stay whole. For though you cannot see the fight, I bear the scars of endless night. And though my path is steep and long, I’m still here, trying to stay strong.

 We are the daughters of the witches you couldn’t burn, From fires where shadows twisted, and darkness learned That truth is a flame you cannot snuff, A light in the wild, fierce, and tough. From ancient mouths that whispered spells, From tongues cut silent in cold, dark cells, We rose with the smoke through the midnight air, Unseen, unheard, but always there. We are the daughters who carry their names, Who dance on the ashes of long-quenched flames. Our bodies, a testament to battles long fought, Our lives, the magic that history sought. We know what it means to be feared for our grace, To walk through the world, always out of place, To bend the lines of what’s wrong or right, To claim the dark and call it light. They hunted us then, with fire and steel, Afraid of the strength they could not conceal. But we’ve learned from their fear, turned it to power— Bloomed in the night like a moon-kissed flower. We are the daughters who bend, but don’t break, The voices of those who could no...