17/01/2026
The Magic of Survival
I walked alone through shadows
where my name was whispered, not spoken,
ignored by the loud,
tested by the cruel,
and bruised by hands that only strike
when you’re already on your knees.
Fear tried to live inside me.
Pain tried to claim me.
Silence tried to erase me.
But I stayed.
In the dark, I learned my shape.
In the quiet, I learned my power.
I am made of scars that turned to armour,
tears that became vision,
and nights that taught me
how strong a soul must be to survive itself.
Like a cat, I fall and land again.
Like magic, I bend — not break.
I move quietly now,
not because I am weak,
but because strength does not need to shout.
Those who tried to bury me
never knew I was a seed.
I rise without revenge,
without noise,
without permission.
I rise because I choose to live.
One day I will die —
and that truth makes me free.
Free to feel deeply.
Free to walk my own path.
Free to reject the rules
that were never made for me.
There is no script for this life.
No cage for my spirit.
No darkness that can own me.
I survived.
I am still here.
And that alone
is magic.
— Robbie Phoenix Lionheart
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