I cut the rotting tree.
The past ain’t holding me.
A spark lights up my chest —
I rise with it.
Dust from that old world hits the ground.
I hear a new pulse coming around.
My name returns in a cleaner tone —
yeah, I’m stepping back into my own.
All that weight was dead on arrival.
Now every breath feels like survival.
I’m done with shadows that made me crawl —
I’m building height, I’m breaking walls.
Step by step — I enter my sky.
Step by step — I’m learning to fly.
This is my rise, my reconnection.
This is my voice in resurrection.
Ash from the old garden settles,
but a rising spark breaks through.
Every move I make shakes the metal —
a new current pulls me through.
My frequency’s climbing.
My shadow’s declining.
I cut the rotting tree —
and I walk beyond its shadow.
I take my height.
I take my name.
I enter my sky.
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