#41

Jun 8

They praised her resilience.

But they didn’t see the cost—

how she stitched herself up with trembling hands,

not to grow, just not to fall apart.

She didn’t rise from the ashes.

She crawled through them, burned and quiet.

Strength never came.

She was just still here.

And that was an act of rebellion in itself.

De hyllet motstandskraften hennes.

Men de så ikke prisen—

hvordan hun sydde seg selv sammen med skjelvende hender,

ikke for å gro, bare for ikke å falle fra hverandre.

Hun reiste seg ikke fra asken.

Hun krøp gjennom den, stille og svidd.

Styrken kom aldri.

Hun var bare fortsatt her.

Og det i seg selv var et opprør.

#40