Sunrise Song
There are exactly 180 degrees between who I was
and who I've become.
The timid girl with lips sewn shut and a heart
built from feathers
isn't here with us anymore.
That fragile feather heart was burned
and from the ashes
I arose.
My heart is forged from fire and I can feel it raging
inside.
My laughter booms like thunder
and my smile shines like lightning.
I am the sun. I am fire. I am light.
I am so much more than I used to be.
And the heartbreak that set fire to my insides,
I am thankful for it.
I am thankful for the boy who lit the match.
Those flames flickered and burned
and scorched my veins.
And it hurt.
But I'm still here.
And I can survive anything.
You cannot outrun the sun, and there's always light
if you look for it.
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