The Hollow Crown

Not all crowns are inherited.

Some are earned in silence,

in survival,

in the long nights no one sees.

This crown does not belong to the girl she once was,

but to the woman who remained after everything that tried to break her.

The skull is not death —

it is proof.

Proof that she lived.

Proof that she endured.

Proof that she became.

Beneath her rests the bone of what she once was,

and above it rises the crown of what she chose to become.

Some women are born queens.

Others become them

by surviving what should have destroyed them.

This is the crown of the woman who remained.

Chain not included 

Nearly 1 Troy oz of Sterling Silver