This isn’t the end

The very wounds you believed would steal your voice—

those jagged places, tender with ache,

those chapters inked in silence and shame—

may become the sacred wells from which your most powerful words flow.

What once threatened to hush you

might now become the song that sets others free.

Because pain, when cradled by grace,

has a way of transforming into testimony.

Your voice, shaped in the shadows,

tempered by sorrow,

echoes with a truth that can’t be manufactured—

a depth that only the broken and rebuilt can carry.

Do not despise the ache.

Do not curse the scar.

They are altars now—proof that you’ve walked through fire

and still found a way to sing.

You are not silenced.

You are sanctified.

And the voice rising from your healing

may be the very balm the world is longing for.