I slept beneath a sky of glass,

Where dreams were stitched with threads of lies,

And every star that blinked above

Was just a tear I’d yet to cry.

The world moved on without a sound,

A whisper lost in shifting sand

I wore my silence like a crown,

Afraid to reach, afraid to stand.

But morning came, not with a roar,

Nor sun that burned with holy fire

It came as breath, a quiet shore,

A pulse beneath forgotten wire.

The mirror cracked, but showed me true,

A stranger blinking in the haze.

She looked like me but somehow new,

Alive inside her ancient cage.

And in her eyes, the spark began

Not born of rage, but steady flame.

No longer ghost, no longer pawn

She rose, and dared to speak her name.

So here I stand, my past undone,

A soul reborn, not made to break.

The night is gone. The war is won.

And I am wide, and I am awake.