Where the Light Finds Me


by Samantha Syrnich (TLC)

I was not broken—
only opened.

Every fracture became a doorway,
every wound a place where truth
could breathe through me
instead of around me.

The world thought the cracks
were signs of ruin,
but they were the map back
to my own becoming—
lined in gold,
warm with the memory
of all I survived.

And here I stand,
soft-faced and unafraid,
holding the single rose
I never stopped deserving—
proof that even shattered things
can bloom.

For I am not the damage.
I am the light
that insisted on entering.

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