Born From Flame

Smoke drifts slow—I let it stay.
What hurt once, doesn't lead today.
Ash remembers what I became.
I didn’t change. I lit a flame.



Some things broke, and stayed that way.
But I kept walking anyway.
There’s no crown and no applause—
Just skin that knows where fire was.

Not trying to shine.
Just here. Just warm.

Born from flame—not fixed, not clean.
Breathing in what I have seen.
No rising high, no perfect name.
Just standing still. Born from flame.


There’s peace in things that don’t return.
A glow that grows, not needs to burn.
No phoenix tale, no second skin—
Just learning how to feel again.



No rush, no fight.
Just this. Just right.

Born from flame—not fixed, not clean.
Breathing in what I have seen.
No rising high, no perfect name.
Just standing still. Born from flame.




I’m not what people tried to make.
But I’m not broken from that ache.
I carry light, not to impress—
Just to stay warm. And nothing less.

Smoke drifts slow—I breathe it in.
Not new. Not gone. Still here. Still skin.