Post by Francis Onabis (@Onabis)

I am not made of fragile things,
not glass, not dust, not fading light.
I am forged where pressure sings,
in the silence of the fight.
Storms may come and bend my frame,
but they will never take my core.
Each scar remembers my name—
I have been here once before.
I do not break. I become.

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