You heard the hush behind my breath, The quiet place where flames find rest. You stayed outside the breaking light, Not running… Just letting go of fight. You traced the embers down my spine, A silent vow you didn’t define. You saw the glow beneath the veil, A truth too heavy to set to tale. You didn’t question why it stirred, You followed everything you heard. In the quiet of the burning, You don’t fall and you don’t flee. You just listen to the turning Of the part you meant to be. Come closer, Not to kneel But to witness What I feel. Soft fire, Slow rise, No mercy, No disguise. You watched the shadows bend and sway, Not frightened… Only led astray. You felt the shift beneath my skin, The place where deeper truths begin. You didn’t beg for grace or blame, You held the spark and said my name. You stood inside the trembling air, Knowing I had placed you there. You never asked to be released... You leaned into the quiet heat... In the quiet of the burning, You don’t pray and you don’t plead. You just listen to the turning Of the truth you came to need. Step deeper, Do not speak. Not holy. Not weak. It’s rising… You’re breathing… No saving… No leaving… This ember… Still weaving… Hold still. No fear. Breathe slow. Come near. In the quiet of the burning, You found the shape of who you are. You didn’t bow, You didn’t turn You followed fire Past the scar. When the echoes fade to red, And the glow slips through your chest, You won’t ask what fire meant You’ll remember Where your silence Led.
