2009: The door kicks in The shadows speak a language of violence And suddenly the world goes quiet My mind is a shattered mirror on the floor of my own home They told me the vessel was broken But they did not know the architect Seventeen years of heavy lifting Seventeen years of reclaiming the throne Watch me relearn the gravity of a single step Watch me rebuild a sentence from the wreckage of a syllable I had to spell out my own soul one letter at a time Walking through the fire until the fire became my light Now look at the eye Look at the pyramid of my focus I hold my own brain like a sacred relic because I earned the right to carry it Not a victim Not a patient A sovereign spirit restored into the digital grain }See in the story description{