There are exactly 180 degrees between who I was

and who I've become.

The timid girl with lips sewn shut and a heart

built from feathers 

isn't here with us anymore.

That fragile feather heart was burned 

and from the ashes 

I arose.

My heart is forged from fire and I can feel it raging 

inside. 

My laughter booms like thunder

and my smile shines like lightning.

 

I am the sun. I am fire. I am light.

 

I am so much more than I used to be.

And the heartbreak that set fire to my insides,

I am thankful for it.

I am thankful for the boy who lit the match.

Those flames flickered and burned

and scorched my veins.

And it hurt. 

But I'm still here.

And I can survive anything.

 

You cannot outrun the sun, and there's always light

if you look for it.