The Fire That Lit Up My Heart

The Fire That Lit Up My Heart

There was a moment I did not plan for,

A quiet spark that learned my name.

It moved through me without asking,

And left my chest warmer than before.

I had known heat from passing hands,

And light that fades when doors close tight.

Brief flames that promise everything,

Then vanish softly into night.

This was different, steady and brave,

Not rushing in, not asking why.

It settled deep beneath my ribs,

A constant glow I could rely.

It did not shout or stake a claim,

It asked me only to remain.

To trust the warmth I felt inside,

And stop rehearsing old pain.

It did not burn the world to ash,

It showed me what could still be saved.

The parts of me I thought were gone,

The courage I had mislaid.

I learned to tend it carefully,

To guard it from the wind and doubt.

To feed it truth and honest days,

And let false endings burn out.

Sometimes it flickers, sometimes low,

But never leaves me in the cold.

It waits through storms and sleepless nights,

More patient than I was told.

I carry it gently inside me now,

A fire that time could never steal.

A flame that knows my truest self,

And taught my heart how to feel.