Claimed by the Pack

They told me I was nothing, just property to own. They tried to steal my voice, my heart, my right to home. But chains are meant for breaking, and silence learns to speak. The lost are meant for finding, the broken-not so weak. I found my pack in darkness, they found me in the night. They taught me that belonging is choosing, not a fight. So here's to all the survivors, still learning how to breathe- You're stronger than the breaking, more powerful than you believe.
You are not what they made you. You're everything you'll be. The chains are only metal. And you were born for free.- For those still finding their way home