The Burn
There is a light within her.
She does not know how to feel its glow.
The flames burn her insides,
the pain is killing her.
She is not ignoring it,
but there’s no path to follow,
no way for the fire to escape.
The smoke is clouding her thoughts.
Everything is so grey,
endless melancholy.
Does everyone see the world this way?
Are they not angry?
Do these flames not char them as they do her?
She’s floating away with the ashes.
Who is she meant to be?
A star burning as bright as her,
how to contribute to a world,
one which values nothing but grey…
is she misunderstood,
or simply unable to conform…
Can you really say adaptability is to blame?
It all seems so bleak, for what?
The fires of change have been stifled by the grey for generations.
Yet, this flame is bright.
She is strong and malleable.
Sometimes it only takes a spark.
They are prepared for sparks.
This revolution must burn hot,
the flames so mighty and so high,
they are impossible to put out.
Go forth and shine bright.
You are not the one to be turned to ash.
Keep fighting.
