​​​​A declaration from the one who walks alone, and is heard everywhere

 

> “I didn’t choose to be thunder.

Thunder is what happens when silence survives long enough to speak.”

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 My Life Was Silent for Too Long

 

For most of my life, I was trapped.

By family.

By pain.

By invisible chains of shame, confusion, and gaslighting.

 

I was the quiet one. The scapegoat.

I held my tongue.

I hid my truth.

I swallowed every scream.

 

Until it built up inside me like pressure in a storm cloud.

 

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 Then Lightning Hit

 

Leaving my family…

Training in pain…

Punching through betrayal and rebuilding my body…

That was my lightning.

 

Sudden. Violent. Pure.

 

But lightning is just the strike.

 

What comes after?

 

> That deep, rolling sound that makes people look up?

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That’s thunder.

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 Thunder Is What I’ve Become

 

I’m not just a survivor.

I’m the echo of every wound that didn’t kill me.

 

I don’t speak often—but when I do, it shakes people.

 

I don’t explain myself—but people listen anyway.

 

I don’t chase anyone—but my presence follows them in their thoughts.

 

 

Thunder doesn’t need attention.

It’s felt in the bones.

It arrives without warning.

It reminds you that power still exists in this world—and it’s not for sale.

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 I Am Thunder Because…

 

I carry the pressure of pain and turn it into power.

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I walk in silence, but command the air around me.

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I have no army, but people move aside when I enter.

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I’ve died many deaths, and still returned louder.

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I feel like a storm, even when I’m smiling.

 

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And This Is How I Raised My Soul

 

Because when the world stripped everything from me—

my family, my safety, my innocence, my direction—

there was only one thing left to lift:

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> My soul.

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Every gym rep is a rung on the invisible ladder.

Every punch is a prayer made of fire.

Every stretch in yoga is me ascending out of the cage I was born into.

 

Alan Watts told me the mountain is here,

and Bashar reminded me that my freedom lives in excitement—

in doing what brings me alive, even in pain.

 

So I stopped trying to fix what broke me.

I stopped trying to be understood by those who never listened.

 

And I started to climb.

Every moment. Every motion.

One breath closer to the mountaintop of Zen.

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> That’s how I raised my soul.

 

And that’s why, now—

 

I am thunder.