I stand today, a statue formed,
By hands that shaped and hearts that stormed.
Some carved deep with a sharpened edge,
Leaving scars that strengthened my pledge.
Others held me, gentle and true,
Guiding me when I hadn’t a clue.
Each strike, each touch, a mark they made,
A masterpiece their hands conveyed.
Through trials harsh and kindness rare,
I found the will to rise and dare.
Each scar a story, each gift a spark,
Both light and shadow left their mark.
So here I stand, both whole and free,
Grateful for all that life gave me.
To every hand, my thanks I send—
You shaped my journey, beginning to end.