Iron

He thought I’d burn…

but I don’t break that easy.

(out of the fire…)

He thought I’d burn, fade in the glow,

But I learned slow — the fire don’t own my soul.

Ash in the air, truth in the chill,

I’m built for the heat, I’m quiet, still.

Cracks in my voice, lines on my skin,

Proof of the pressure I’m living within.

Every fall, a forge — every scar, a seal,

He can’t touch what’s tempered real.

Out the flame I rise,

Eyes steady, no disguise.

The pain just taught me skill —

breaking but not bending to his will.

Out the fire, I’m iron still,

Breaking but I don’t bend to his will.

Heat don’t scare what’s built from flame,

He called my fall —So I rose .

I cooled to calm, silver and smoke,

No more choking on words he spoke.

Pain turned metal, truth turned clear,

He lost power when I stopped fear.

(he thought I’d burn...)

(fire can’t own me...)

I’ve been broken,

but I’m steel in motion.

Out the fire, I’m iron still,

Breaking but not bending to his will.

He thought I’d burn, fade away

But I became the sword he couldn’t wield.