Where Thorns Learn to Bloom, indie

Beneath the silence I learned how to stay,
thinking love had to be earned that way,
breaking myself just to keep others warm,
until there was nothing left of my own.

I wore a smile while I was breaking apart,
every memory hanging heavy in my heart,
and in the mirror a stranger would see
someone slowly fading out of me.

And I rose…
but not all at once,
there was smoke in my lungs, fire on my skin,
and the ghost of who I was wouldn’t leave.

But I found me…

Now I walk barefoot through my garden of thorns,
where the pain I carried has finally transformed,
they don’t hurt, they remind me of who I’ve been,
I’m the wound… and the root within.

I searched for myself in nights with no end,
in letters I wrote but could never send,
in prayers that climbed but never came down,
hoping somehow I’d be found.

I gathered the pieces with trembling hands,
built something new from what still stands,
even when rain tried to wash me away,
my voice in the ruins found its way.

And I heard it…
it refused to die,
it was raw, it was shaking, but still alive,
and it wouldn’t hide.

So I named me…

Now I walk barefoot through my garden of thorns,
where the pain I carried has finally transformed,
they don’t hurt, they remind me of who I’ve been,
I’m the wound… and the root within.

Healing never meant going back,
it meant learning how to rise from the cracks,
I’m the echo and the answer I became,
unrecognizable… but not the same.

Now I breathe for every version of me,
that never learned how to let go and leave,
I thank the silence for holding me close,
and the dark… for carrying what I couldn’t hold.

And when I look ahead, there you are…
the one who survived…
the one reborn…

I’m the wound…
and the root within,
I’m everything I lost
and rose again.

pop, indie rock, female