Onyx Iskra Whisper

“What am I, that turns the ache into fire, and makes the soul awake?”

You say you want the fire.

Then why do you keep soothing the spark
before it can answer you?

Some flames don’t rise to warm you.
They rise to show you what you’ve been avoiding.

What if the ache is not the wound —
but the place you stopped listening?

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