Unbreakable Spirit

I fell without witnesses,

But I rose with my name intact

The dark learned my silence,

Yet never owned my fire

I bent, I did not shatter.

I bled, I did not beg

What tried to end me

taught me how to stand

My scars are not apologies;

they are maps of survival.

I carry storms inside my ribs

and call them my breath

I owe no one my strength.

I forged it in quiet hours.

Even when the world breaks loud,

I remain—

whole,

unbreakable.

Ankica Anchie