Some things don't break
you.
They burn through you... and leave
something behind.
 
 
I didn't realize it at first.
But somewhere between letting go, losing,
and learning how to stand on my own again
I kept a part of me alive.
 
 
Not loud. Not perfect.
Just... steady.
 
 
This piece is about that quiet fire we carry
The one no one sees but somehow keeps us
going.
 
 
The fire I kept