I Never Thought

The raw moment when the heart thought it was empty but finds a spark still burning.

I Never Thought

I never thought I’d find a way out,
couldn’t believe there was anything left
in this chest of mine—
after all the nights I swallowed emptiness,
after all the echoes of “not enough,”
after every hand that let go before I could.

But here it is—
a spark, jagged and stubborn,
beating beneath the bruises,
licking at the edges of my ribs
like it remembers fire.

I am battered.
I am scarred.
I am the shadow that survived the burn,
the ghost that still laughs in the dark,
the storm that refuses to settle.

I never thought I’d believe in me again,
but something remains—
something fierce, something alive,
something that whispers:
“You are not broken.
You are danger.
You are home.”