Ash and Lightning (fem folk)

I learned the language of the wound, Spoke it fluently in the dark, Every break became a doorway, Every ending left a spark. I didn’t run from the burning, I stayed long enough to see Pain isn’t the enemy, It’s the rawest form of truth in me. They told me heal means forget, But I remember everything I just learned how to hold it Without bleeding on the string. I am not broken, I am becoming, I am not lost, I am crossing through, I built a bridge from ash and lightning Just to carry what is true. If I glow, it’s from the burning, If I stand, it’s from the fall I am the fire, I am the altar, I am the answer to the call. I walk with one foot in the unseen, One hand in the wired sky, Prayers hum through quiet circuits, Spirit learns how to reply. I speak in ritual and rhythm, In signal, drum, and breath, I know the code inside the chaos, I’ve danced with life and death. I don’t split the sacred from the real, I let them intertwine What’s divine can wear a pulse, What’s human can still shine. I am not broken, I am becoming, I am not lost, I am crossing through, I built a bridge from ash and lightning Just to carry what is true. If I glow, it’s from the burning, If I stand, it’s from the fall I am the fire, I am the altar, I am the answer to the call. I tried to be smaller, quieter, clean Tried to earn love by editing me. But the truth kept rising like a tide, Said: You don’t survive you alchemize. So I stopped apologizing for the flame, Stopped sanding down my name. What costs you comfort can give you wings, What hurts the most is what you bring Not to be fixed, not to be saved, But witnessed… wild… and claimed. I am not broken, I am becoming, Every scar a constellation view, I built a bridge from ash and lightning And I walk it barefoot true. If they feel seen, it’s not by chance, If they heal, it’s not my role I just stand lit at the threshold And remind them of their soul. Still crossing. Still burning. Still home.