She is a Sun

She is a sun-

not merely light, but the fire that births it.

Not a passive glow,

but a force- fierce, untamed,

and impossible to ignore.

She has burned through darkness that tried to snuff her out,

survived skies that begged for her to dim,

and still, she rose every morning,

even when she didn’t want to,

even when the weight was too heavy to glow.

You see, she does not shine to be seen.

She shines because it is in her nature to set things ablaze-

dreams, hearts, entire worlds-

with the warmth of her truth.

They whispered that she burns too hot,

melting comfort, disrupting quiet.

But she was never meant to soothe.

She was born to transform.

There are days her fire flickers-

small, quiet, almost forgotten.

But even a whisper of warmth

can keep a soul from freezing.

And she carries enough

to keep going.

She is not a sun for spectacle.

She is a sun for survival;

for healing, for hope,

for the moments no one sees

but she endures anyway.