Rebirth Through Rebellion

Rebirth Through Rebellion

Rise, you who dare question the chains,
who walk paths uncarved and unclaimed.
In the quiet defiance of every whispered “why,”
lies a spark—an ember aching for flame.

They taught you the scripts, bound in old dust,
said, “Here lies truth; you must believe, you must.”
But in the hollow echo of borrowed breath,
you sensed a deeper rhythm—a life beneath death.

So tear down the idols they’ve forced you to praise,
let the pillars of “ought” crumble in blaze.
What is faith if it never contends,
if it fears the shift, if it bends but won’t rend?

In defiance lies a strange rebirth,
the shedding of skins, the unearthing of worth.
For to rebel is to reclaim the self,
to be forged anew, to rise from the shelf.

Listen close, for rebellion’s song is fierce,
it whispers of freedom, of wounds we must pierce.
Through scars etched deep and voices unheard,
we birth our truth, we rewrite the word.

So here’s to the wanderers, lost and profound,
who refuse the safety of stable ground.
Through shadows and silence, our voices we find,
reborn through rebellion, unchained and defined.

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This poem calls to the wanderers and skeptics, honoring the courage it takes to forge a path unbound by convention. It’s a journey not only of defiance but of becoming—where rebellion isn’t just resistance; it’s rebirth.