Born into shadows, craving the light, A heart unquenched, in the endless night. Not handed love with gentle grace, Instead, found strength in a sharper place. Sculptor of stars in a canvas of scars, Grasping for warmth beneath cold bars. When tenderness whispered with knives, I learned to dance where the blade survives. A fleeting flame, resilient soul, Where echoes of hearths mourn the toll. Yet through these trials, roots were grown, In the garden where fierce flowers had sown. Resilient art in the court of strife, I honed my blades in pursuit of life. Wounds that taught me the worth of dreams; Ashes nurtured where hope redeems.