I bloomed in the very environment that once tried to break me.
I grew through the pain,
rose from the cracks—
like flowers in concrete.
I am proof that beauty can emerge from the most broken spaces.
But sometimes, I wonder—
if I had walked away from what hurt me,
maybe I wouldn’t need so much healing now.
Maybe I wouldn’t have carried so much weight.
I deserve to bloom in peace,
to grow where it’s safe.
Not just despite the scars,
but far, far away from them.
I deserve more than survival.
I deserve to feel alive,
to breathe without the burden of my past.
In the cracks and chaos,
I found strength.
But I know now—
strength isn't always found in enduring.
Sometimes, it's found in letting go.
Sometimes, it’s found in choosing where to bloom.
I grew through the pain,
rose from the cracks—
like flowers in concrete.
I am proof that beauty can emerge from the most broken spaces.
But sometimes, I wonder—
if I had walked away from what hurt me,
maybe I wouldn’t need so much healing now.
Maybe I wouldn’t have carried so much weight.
I deserve to bloom in peace,
to grow where it’s safe.
Not just despite the scars,
but far, far away from them.
I deserve more than survival.
I deserve to feel alive,
to breathe without the burden of my past.
In the cracks and chaos,
I found strength.
But I know now—
strength isn't always found in enduring.
Sometimes, it's found in letting go.
Sometimes, it’s found in choosing where to bloom.
