I used to wear the names they gave to me,
proudly and loudly, always on display.

Each choice I made defined who I should be;

Never enough, no matter what I would say. 

Yet somewhere, light broke softly through the pain,
A boy’s kind eyes, God’s whisper in my chest.
The girl who once begged to die now longs again,
To live, to learn, to fight, to heal, to rest.

My crystal pendants turned to holy signs,
My tarot cards are prayers that reach the sky.
The “problem child” no longer self-confines—
I walk alone, yet love walks by my side.

I am no daughter’s echo. I am finally free.
I am Korynn—and for once, I’m proud of being me.