I transform what once felt like “black leaves” into fertile soil for my growth. Even where pain fell like shadows, I now plant seeds of hop
I transform what once felt like “black leaves” into fertile soil for my growth.
Even where pain fell like shadows, I now plant seeds of hope and truth.
My roots run deep in ancestral strength. I stand on what was, while rising into what will be.
The storms of betrayal and sorrow did not break me—they prepared me to bear fruit.
I reclaim the narrative of my life: I will not wilt where I was cast aside.
Clarity is taking root in me now—I see the patterns, I honor the lessons, I walk free.
From shade into sunlight—I open my hands, I lift my face, I step into the light meant for me.
The leaves that fell were not failures. They were letting go. I release what does not serve me.
My vision is no longer blurred by false alliances or hidden harm. I see clearly. I move intentionally.
I harvest peace. I harvest strength. I harvest freedom. And I carry it into my betta dayz.