Her soul remembered spring

1/1 On Transient Labs

I broke into pieces,
and flowers filled the cracks.
Each fracture a secret,
each wound a seed
that refused silence.

From my eyes,
flew everything
I was never allowed to say
butterflies carrying
the language of my sorrow,
the words too heavy
for my mouth to hold.

I am carved by loss,
but filled with seasons.
What crumbled within me
was never the end
it was the beginning
of wings and wildflowers.

Digital Collage – AI + Photoshop + TouchDesigner