Embers of Empowerment

In the heart of some, a tempest stirs,

A quiet strength that often recurs.

For some women fear the fire's heat,

While others embrace the flames, complete.

Burning bright in the crucible's hold,

They forge resilience, strong and bold.

From embers rise, their spirits untamed,

In the crucible, where fears are named.

A metamorphosis in fiery dance,

They become the flames, taking a chance.

The flickering light in their eyes reveals,

The untold stories the fire conceals.

For some women fear, but not in vain,

They harness the fire, wear it as a chain.

In the furnace of challenges, they find,

A power that ignites the fearless mind.

They dance with flames, both fierce and free,

Becoming the blaze, a wild decree.

A conflagration of strength untold,

In the crucible, where fears unfold.

So, when the world seems cold and dim,

Some women become the fire within.

Fear may linger, but courage prevails,

As they emerge from the fiery trails.

In the crucible's glow, a tale is spun,

Of women who dared to be the sun.

For some women fear, but rise above,

Becoming the fire, the embodiment of love.