I am extraordinary. I am a wreck and a masterpiece, in equal parts. I am a warrior, I will get through no matter what it takes. It won’t be easy, but I am determined and unstoppable. I will overcome and rebuild. I will bloom from the decay, and I will thrive. I will burn, break, and bleed. I will wear my scars proud, and I will rise from the ruins— not unscathed, but free.
There was something in the way she dismantled herself— the way she pulled fire from the sun and burned; the way she lay face down in the rubble, breathing in ash and despair; the way she tasted the destruction before she carved herself anew from the black sky.
This is an excerpt from a piece I’ve written for my book.