Quiet Fire

I don’t have to roar to be powerful. My strength is the kind that doesn’t flinch. Not loud. Not showy. Just undeniable. Redwood roots me. Leather wraps around my history. Vanilla softens the steel in my spine. And amber, she hums beneath my skin like truth. This is the fire that holds. The one that never goes out. The one that lights others when they forget their own. I am the slow burn. I am the heat beneath stillness. I am the quiet fire.