Submission 2353

Submitted By: Avadhi .V. Parmar

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I picked up the pieces the world left behind, splinters of sorrow, fragments of mind. The jagged remains cut deep into me, yet whispered a strength I needed to see. From broken glass, I gathered the light, from torn-out hopes, I carved out flight. Every scar turned into a feathered seam, every failure stitched into a dream. I rose from the ruins, trembling but true, the sky looked different, vast and new. Not made of silver, not built of gold, but of stories shattered and courage bold. Through pain, through loss, through silent springs— I built my wings from broken things.

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