In the depths of heartbreak’s cruel embrace,
I wandered through a shadowed place,
Where pain cut deep, like jagged knife,
And shattered dreams became my life.
Gutted, torn, my soul laid bare,
I wondered if I’d find repair,
For in that moment’s searing heat,
I questioned if I’d still be me.
Did the heartbreak change me: maybe,
Yet in my core, I still feel free,
For through the tears and endless ache,
My spirit’s strength refuses to break.
The DNA of resilience, true,
Remains untouched, unwavering too,
Though scars adorn my wounded heart,
My essence remains a work of art.
So, did the heartbreak change me: maybe,
But deep within, I found the key,
To rise above, to mend, to grow,
For change is part of life’s grand flow.
So, though I’m changed, I’m still the same,
A phoenix rising from the flame.
Categories: death, identity, mental health, Psychology, women
psychologistmimi 
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Beautiful words.
You’re an inspiration 💖
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FLoWeRS Struggle Through Drought and Heat
Eventually A Rain comes and Cools Life Down
Flourishing Colors Never Told Before True
Human SPiRiT HeART SoUL Endures
All Valleys And Dungeons Not
Felt and Sensed Before
Yet Still The Seed Within
Even Dying Just Waiting
To Be Fertilized Blooming Again
Yet All it May Take Now Dear Miriam is
Never Giving Up Even After The Wind No Longer Blows
SPiRiT Returns Indeed Phoenix RiSinG From Ashes Reborn Again
Finding Your
Place in the
Sun Enduring New
SPiRiT Wind SMiLinG So Free..:)
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