I am the seed of change,
planted in soil once hardened by hands
that never knew how to soften the earth,
but I grow anyway, roots deepening with each choice,
each step forward, breaking through the stone.
I carry the stories of those who came before,
not as chains, but as threads I weave anew,
creating patterns they never imagined,
a tapestry of what could be,
not what was.
I am the echo that does not repeat,
the voice that speaks in tones of freedom,
a rhythm all my own.
where fear once lingered, I build bridges,
crossing chasms with courage as my guide.
In my veins flows the power to rewrite,
to unlearn, to relearn, to be reborn,
not as a shadow of the past,
but as light—brilliant, fierce, and unyielding,
illuminating paths for those who will follow.
I break the cycle not with anger,
but with love that knows no bounds,
with wisdom earned from wounds healed,
and strength that rises not from resistance,
from the softness that endures.
I am the cycle breaker,
the one who bends history toward hope,
who carves new ways in uncharted lands,
and with each breath, I plant seeds of possibility,
watching as the future blooms.
