Genesis - A Journey from the Ashes to Stardom

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Ah!
Not anymore.
Not any longer.
I've seen it all.
Tried with all I have left.
I've endured enough—
Tolerated to every extent...
But no...
I'm done.
I'm so done.

I tried to muffle the voice roaring from within in utter despair.
I tried to imagine I could hear nothing.
But no...
The voice grew louder.

"I don't blame you. You have every right to feel this way,"
I tried consoling the voice.
But it sneered with sarcasm.
"We've come this far. Just hang on a little longer. Trust me on this. Just this once. One last time,"
I pleaded, as I heard the voice exhale deeply—
Fuming with pent-up anger and disappointment.

The road to success—
The much-glorified path
That achievers talk about.
The grueling journey
That makes you want to return home midway,
That drains every ounce of your energy,
That makes every fibre of your body scream in pain.
That merciless bootcamp
That makes you yearn for comfort and solace—
A moment of peace,

As your mind whizzes back and forth,
Debating and questioning every little decision you've ever made.
As a million “Why on earth...?” and “Why did I ever...?”
Echo through your ears.

You plug your fingers into your ears
In desperation,
Shutting out all the noise.
All you want to do is
Close your eyes
And
Scream your lungs out.

That's enough.

As you burn out
And fall to the ground—
Powdery grey ash,
Waiting to be blown away
From the surface of the earth,
Into a parallel universe,
Seeking a second chance at life… or maybe not.
Maybe you'd remain as dust
And shine across the skies.
For you, my dear,
Are a star now.

You deserve to be right up there,
Up in the dark skies,
Twinkling and lighting up the world.

And that, having been said—
Your journey to this place
Has not been easy.
It took you everything
To get there,
To a place where you rightly belong.

You have risen like the phoenix, my love.
You've survived the worst,
Endured every harsh test of nature—
The smoldering heat, the rough handling—
Only to shine as the brightest diamond.
The ache in every fibre
Was only to strengthen the muscle,
And sculpt that beautiful body
With unmatched resilience and power.
Unlearning
To learn anew,
And transform into
A force of nature—
A survivor reborn.

But always remember...

You are allowed to crumble.
You are allowed to pause.
But don’t ever forget—you are still becoming.

And even in your darkest ash,
You are stardust waiting to rise.

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Author’s Note :

To all those who have walked through fire, burned to ash, and still dared to rise again—this one’s for you. Sometimes, the journey to becoming is filled with breaking. And sometimes, being broken is where we begin.

In writing this, I found myself reflecting on my own voice—the one I’ve tried to silence, reason with, and eventually, learn from. Yes, I’m guilty of breaking down too. But maybe, like you, I’m learning that becoming whole again often begins right there—in the middle of the breaking.



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