The Fire Within the Fire

The afternoon stretches out, a long gray hallway where you are terrified to speak your truth. You hold your anger like a stone, convinced that if you drop it, the door will slam shut forever.

You think your rage is the final nail that seals your exile from the light. But listen — the light does not flee from your fire.

It walked into the temple, overturned the tables, and drove out the noise with a whip of cords. That same fierce honesty lives inside you now.

Your anger is not the end of your belonging; it is the proof that you still care enough to fight for the truth. The light is not afraid of your storm.

It is the fire within the fire, waiting for you to stop hiding and simply burn.