A Stirring in the Smoke

Once, they fed me silence like obedience.
Sweetened it with survival.
Told me I’d be safe if I stayed small.
But the fire changed everything.

This second ember from the ash speaks to those shaped by the quiet. Not broken by it, but built within it. To the ones who do not need to roar to be powerful—only to breathe, and to choose where they place their flame.

“The fire didn’t burn her away. It made her listen. And listening made her fierce.”

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