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<p><br></p><p><br></p><p>She Wore the Journey Like Art</p><p><br></p><p>She didn’t arrive polished.</p><p>She came wrapped in stories—</p><p>some cracked, some aching,</p><p>some stitched with hope.</p><p><br></p><p>Her past didn’t shimmer,</p><p>but it shaped her.</p><p>She wasn’t made in light,</p><p>but in the soft, shadowed corners</p><p>where only the bold learn to bloom.</p><p><br></p><p>She walked through rooms</p><p>that never saw her.</p><p>Gave her all in places</p><p>that gave nothing back.</p><p>Still, she gave.</p><p>Still, she stayed.</p><p>Still, she stood.</p><p><br></p><p>They asked,</p><p>"Why don’t you speak louder?"</p><p>She answered,</p><p>“Because my silence has muscle,</p><p>my softness has memory,</p><p>and my presence—</p><p>is not here to perform.”</p><p><br></p><p>She didn’t beg to be seen.</p><p>She built herself to be undeniable.</p><p>Not flashy, but felt.</p><p>Not loud, but lasting.</p><p><br></p><p>She learned that becoming</p><p>isn’t a performance—</p><p>it’s a process.</p><p>And healing?</p><p>It doesn’t come gift-wrapped.</p><p>It comes in layers—</p><p>slow, sacred, unseen.</p><p><br></p><p>There were days she unraveled.</p><p>Nights she collapsed into quiet prayers,</p><p>words shaking like her hands.</p><p>But morning always came.</p><p>And so did she.</p><p><br></p><p>She showed up.</p><p>Frayed, but faithful.</p><p>Tired, but still true.</p><p>She wrapped herself in persistence—</p><p>not as armor, but as identity.</p><p><br></p><p>They see her now—</p><p>Styled in grace,</p><p>anchored in elegance.</p><p>But they don’t see the drafts she discarded,</p><p>the patterns she changed,</p><p>the seasons she endured</p><p>with nothing but vision in her pocket.</p><p><br></p><p>She didn’t just arrive.</p><p>She mapped her path in silence,</p><p>one unseen step at a time.</p><p>She failed forward.</p><p>She rose slowly.</p><p>She stitched her soul into her work,</p><p>until it spoke for her.</p><p><br></p><p>Now she wears the journey like art—</p><p>not to prove,</p><p>but to reflect.</p><p><br></p><p>She is the collage of every moment</p><p>that didn’t break her.</p><p>She is made of fragments and fire,</p><p>grace and grit,</p><p>tears and thread.</p><p><br></p><p>She no longer needs permission</p><p>to be powerful.</p><p>She knows:</p><p>softness doesn’t weaken the strength,</p><p>it defines it.</p><p><br></p><p>So if you find her today,</p><p>know this:</p><p><br></p><p>She’s not here for attention.</p><p>She’s here for purpose.</p><p>She’s not performing.</p><p>She’s living, fully.</p><p>Layered. Healing. Whole.</p><p><br></p><p>She is proof that what grows in silence</p><p>can still rise loud.</p><p><br></p><p>She didn’t arrive.</p><p>She built it.</p><p>She became it.</p><p>And she’s still becoming.</p><p><br></p>
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