Ashborn
A child stands amid the ruins;
their eyes a window to a tomorrow that has yet to draw breath.
Their clothes embrace the wounds,
yet from their shoulders, a phoenix rises from the ashes, wing by wing, flame by flame.
They shatter the silence,
turn suffering into iron-hard resistance,
and carve a path from darkness to light.
From the heart of the earth, hands pull forth key,
a sign of return
and a promise of freedom.

