The Fire of Her Freedom

I am not here to be softened.

Not trimmed to please, not diluted to fit.

I am not a vessel for your fantasies.

I am the flame that scorches illusion,

the pulse that cannot be held without reverence.

You want the heat of the goddess

but not the fire of her freedom.

You crave the taste of surrender

but not the presence required to hold it.

You want me unraveled

but only in your hands.

You want my power

but not the part of me that knows exactly what it is.

I am not here to be taken.

I am here to choose

when to open

when to burn

and when to walk away untouched.

This fire in me is not a danger.

It is a compass.

And it will not be stolen by those who mistake worship for ownership.

☼ لا تبحث عني في الضعف، وُلدتُ في حدّة الشروق

Do not look for me in weakness, I was born at the sharpness of sunrise