Rebirth
Beneath the frost, where silence stayed,
A snowdrop rose unafraid, unswayed.
No sun had warmed the frozen ground,
Yet still it bloomed without a sound.
It knew the dark, the weight, the cold,
The quiet pain no one had told.
And still it chose, so small, so brave,
To rise from what once felt like a grave.
A breath of spring, soft and true:
Not all that breaks stays broken in you.
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