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Ashes — The Silent Years

I was born into a fire I never asked for—a blaze fueled by broken promises, abuse, and the kind of silence that crushes a child’s voice before it ever learns to speak. My world was made of shadows and whispered threats.

I learned early how to shrink myself to survive, how to fade into the background so the storms would pass over me. My laughter was muted, my dreams buried deep beneath the rubble of things I could not change.

For years, I believed the ashes were all I had left—that whatever beauty or brilliance I might have carried had been burned away long before I could offer it to the world. But somewhere deep within, something refused to die.

A stubborn ember of truth smoldered quietly, unseen, even by me. It waited, patient and fierce, for the moment I would rise. That small ember was the beginning of my crown, even if I didn’t know it yet.

Ember — The Awakening

By fifteen, I was standing at the edge of everything I knew—homeless, bound by addiction, carrying grief like an unshakable shadow. I drifted from place to place, measuring my worth in survival and never daring to hope for more.

Nights were cold, days were endless, and my future was a blank wall I couldn’t see past. I thought the darkness had claimed me entirely.

But in the quiet, a spark appeared. It wasn’t loud or dramatic—it was barely there at all—but it was steady. That spark was faith. It whispered that my life was not over, that the story could still turn. I began taking small steps back toward myself: choosing one better decision, saying one braver “yes” to life, and one firmer “no” to destruction.

The ember grew warmer, brighter, stronger. And with it, I learned that the smallest spark, when guarded and fed, can ignite a fire powerful enough to light the way home.

Crown — The Becoming

Healing was not a straight, shining road—it was a winding path through valleys I thought I’d never leave. I stumbled often. I fell hard. There were nights when my prayers felt like they bounced off the ceiling, unanswered. But I kept going.

I kept believing that there was more to me than the pain that had shaped me. I learned to forgive, not because they deserved it, but because my soul needed the release. I learned to love myself with the same devotion I once gave to those who could not hold me well.

Slowly, the fire that once threatened to destroy me revealed itself as my forge. Every scar became a mark of my resilience, every tear a baptism in strength. I stopped seeing myself as the girl who had survived the fire and started seeing myself as the woman crowned by it.

My crown is not made of gold alone—it is woven from ashes, lit by embers, and set aflame with the truth of who I am. This is my becoming.