After the fire

Ash on the sill, I’m breathing slow,

Nothing to prove, nowhere to go.

Silence hums where fire had screamed,

I’m the calm I never dreamed.

After the flame, I breathe again,

Not broken — just softer where I’ve been.

Warm in the dark, I whisper my name,

Glow in the quiet, after the flame.

No rush, no sound, just sky and skin,

Peace like smoke moving within.

I don’t chase heat, I don’t chase pain,

I’m the ember that remains.