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The One Who Stood Taller- Lyrical Microfiction (part of the lines that carry series)

  • Writer: Lyia Meta - My Ink Bleeds
    Lyia Meta - My Ink Bleeds
  • Aug 6
  • 2 min read


She didn’t ask for height.

She earned it.


Born under a sky of shoulds and shadows,

she grew beneath Jupiter—

beneath the knuckle of ambition,

where ideals settle like sediment

and dreams dare to take shape.


There was a storm in her bones—

not chaos,

but a memory of what was once torn apart.


They told her to wait,

to soften,

to say yes before her own name.


But something rose in her—

not anger,

not defiance—

just 'a quiet refusal to stay small'.


She didn’t shout.

She didn’t push.


She stood.

Taller than expected.

Taller than allowed.


She learned to lead in silence—

with presence, not posture.

She held her power without apology.

She gathered others not by charm,

but by certainty.


Not everyone could follow.

Jupiter does not beg.


But those who stayed

learned to walk upright

in their own skin.


And she,

the one who stood taller,

no longer needed a throne.

She was the summit.


©️ Lyia Meta



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This lyrical micro fiction is a mirror — not of grandeur, but of the quiet strength we often overlook in ourselves.


There were many things happening concurrently in my life.

As with most things, we don’t get to choose our demons,

nor do we get to choose the timing… or the weight they carry.

But we do get to choose how we move forward with them.


Some of my stories are so deeply ingrained,

I don’t realize how much they carry until I tell them to someone.

And even then, it’s not always about the telling—

it’s about living through them… quietly.


Not every battle is loud.

Not every triumph looks like victory.


Some ascents happen beneath the surface—where storms are remembered, not feared.

Where standing your ground becomes an act of quiet revolution.


So I wrote MOTHER.

It is not a song of rage.

It’s a song of presence.

Of holding space when the world expects you to shrink.


This is the heartbeat of Sundered and Reforged.

Not about reclaiming what was lost—

but about rising into what was never given.


Watch. Listen. Stay with me.


 
 
 

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