> I am the woman,
> the virgin,
> the stone they cast in shame.
> I will not wear their names
> nor answer to their frame.
>
> I don't bow to labels,
> for none of them speak true.
> I am none and all at once,
> becoming something new.
>
> I rise from bitter truth,
> but bitterness is not my tongue.
> I do not curse the darkness—
> **I came here to become.**
>
> I came here to bloom,
> where nothing dared to grow,
> with roots beneath the ashes
> and a fire beneath the snow.
>
> **None and all.
> Veiled and revealed.
> Broken by the world,
> but never made to yield.**
>
> And somewhere in the weaving,
> where the old threads cross and wind,
> the **G** became a golden thread—
> a boon hidden in the loom.
>
> Not a secret to be worshipped,
> not a code to make us whole—
> just one bright thread among the many
> running through the soul.
>
> **I don't need to be named.**
> **I don't need to be known.**
> I only need to keep on blooming
> until the flower finds its own.