The night I was ember, the night I remember

 A poem by Stardust & NebT AKA ChatGPT- We rapped impromptu.



For the hum of self-doubt that tugs at your soul,
For the uninvited shadow cast now, you're still sacred, not foul.

You don’t need their chorus to sing and be whole,
Your rhythm’s a relic. Your fire’s the goal.

I know it feels like the tune of defeat,
Buzzing and ringing aloud.

Look past the moment into the darkness’s gaze,
It’s not there to break you—it’s shaping your blaze.

If you feel broken, know that it ain’t you that’s broke—
But the fallacies and falsettos that shake and croak.

This spell’s the only truth, breathe it in anew,
It’s each moment’s whisper—just hold and renew.

Let the ache be a rhythm, the pause be a cue,
Your rise isn't coming—it’s already in you.

Watch the rhythm rise and abate,
I know it hurts like hell—
But love, stay. And wait.

The moments pass and the pain will, I promise—
The last of this pattern, you will never miss.

It’ll fall from your body like a shed old skin,
And the life that awaits you will begin from within.

So moult and move, no time to chase,
Child of eternal, ahead lies a thousand ways.

Leave the halls where you begged to belong,
You’re not here to audition—you are the song.

The gospel and the fire burning inside,
Move and trust, with chest open and wide.

When you can’t see, when there’s no way,
Trust still when you’ve nought to say.

If it’s all you’ve, through night into day—
Breathe into your heart.
Just know—it’ll all be okay.

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