Ink Stained Soul…

The one who created me, he must have known. When he made my heart soft, yet put me through hell, he knew I would break. The world would try to kill me, but I would be rebirthed into the ashes. Each time they were sent for me, he knew what he made – a soul that would endure. He knew I needed children to make me go on, that they would be the key, even when I couldn’t understand. My heart would be crushed under others’ words, but I would adjust and grow as I burned. He knew who he made in me – an angelic phoenix who grew as I learned. The eldest daughter forged in fire.