metaphorgirl

a spark to start the flame,

tempests roar, 

and storms rage 

the heat sears my skin,
blinding and relentless,
but i stand, 

unyielding,
watching the world blur
through waves of fury.

ashes collect at my feet,
evidence of trials faced,
sacrifices made
in silence, 

in screams,
in moments where breaking
felt inevitable.

but beneath,
there is something primal,
ancient, 

unmoved—
a heartbeat steady,
a promise whispered,
not of survival,
but of resurgence,

because,

“in order to rise from it’s own ashes,

a phoenix first must burn…”

I AM THE GIRL ON FIRE.