I was raised in mirrors
That fed me lies, not truth
Every scar became a sermon
Every wound a noose
They said,
“Shrink yourself smaller”
“Smile while you fade”
But I swallowed storms in silence
For too many years afraid
And the eagle—
When the years have made it weak
Climbs the mountain all alone
And breaks its own beak
Tears the old feathers free
Lets the broken parts bleed
To become the thing again
It was born to be
So let it hurt
Let the fire mark my skin
I did not crawl through hell
To stay trapped within
I am iron
I am rage beneath these scars
Every rep a war cry
Every bruise a star
I’m not doing this for them
Not for love or praise
I’m rebuilding who I am
Through the fire and the pain
There were nights I hated breathing
Hated every inch I wore
Bleeding in the silence
On the bathroom floor
But the weak don’t keep on lifting
With their heart torn open wide
The weak don’t drag themselves upward
With a war drum inside
Now the plates crash like thunder
Now my heartbeat sounds like war
Every drop of sweat’s a funeral
For the girl I was before
I broke my own beak
Tore the old me free
Ripped every feather from my ribs
To become what I could be
God my Savior reached down
Through the smoke and the flame
He forged me in iron fire
And I rose again
FORGED IN PAIN
BORN AGAIN
FORGED IN PAIN
BORN AGAIN
So let it hurt
Let the mountains know my name
I carried all this suffering
And still I came
I am thunder
I am scars that learned to sing
I am every shattered woman
Who survived everything
And the woman standing here
And the girl I used to be
Are not the same anymore
She set me free
Everknown_
