Unbreakable & Undone
A spoken word for the Eights
who roar with justice and ache to be held
Don’t mistake my power,
for absence of pain
Nor confuse my fire,
for freedom from fear
I am the wall,
and the wound
The protector,
and the child
still learning what it means
to lay down the sword
without losing the war
They call me Eight.
The Challenger.
The Boss.
But beneath every title
is a child that vowed early
“No one will hurt me again”
No one was strong enough
to protect me,
So I became strength itself.
Muscle turned into identity.
Control became my comfort.
Power, my prayer.
Vulnerability is weak
Overestimating independence
Underestimating need
Forgetting one can be mighty,
and still need mercy.
To defend I’ll deny
Burying soft things
so deep
they wither away in the dark
“I am strong”
becomes armour so thick
even I can’t feel the heat
of my own heart.
The world is unjust,
so I must stand strong.
But strength,
without humility & surrender,
is just another prison
with better locks.
If you hurt me
I'll rise higher
If you betray me
I'll never need you again
And vengeance will be mine
I see where power is.
Who holds it
Who misuses it
Who abuses it
and step in
not just for me,
but for those who can’t.
Control through Justice.
Being betrayed.
Lied to.
Controlled.
Dismissed.
I’ll shoot you!
Mistake my heart for a threat,
or try to tame me
when all I need
is to be trusted,
I’ll shoot you again!
Innocence and
the ability to trust
without trembling
is my holy pursuit.
To believe
not everything is a fight.
To know love
won’t always cost me
everything.
I stretch toward Two
and learn to serve
without control.
To help
without needing to lead.
To give love
without testing loyalty first.
I release toward Five
and find rest
in stillness.
Power in reflection.
Clarity,
not through dominance
but through depth.
Learning to trust my gut
before insight,
to pair courage
with compassion.
To let my body
tell me the truth
not just when to fight,
but when to feel too.
So, I stop
I listen
Because true power
never silences,
it strengthens the voice of others.
I rise for the voiceless
For the silenced
For the child in me
still waiting to be held
without earning it.
I move with conviction
but now I check
whether my roar
is shielding my sorrow
Asking my rage,
my resistance,
my armour
what it really needs.
“May you have the courage to be vulnerable
and the dignity to ask for what you need.”
(John O’Donohue)
I dare not just to defend,
but to receive.
I am the Eight.
I am fire and force,
but also the flicker
of longing in the dark.
I do not fear confrontation
but I tremble before tenderness.
I love with a loyalty
that can rebuild nations.
I am not here
to control the world.
I am here
to co-create it.
With power, yes.
But also with peace.
