Iron & Light

I am the blade and the hand that holds,

The heat that tempers, the truth that molds.

Forged in chaos, born from pain,

Breaking just to rise again.

Strength is gentle, soft is steel,

The open heart is how we heal.

Beneath the armor, wild and bright,

The fire rests inside the light.

I’ve carried war inside my chest,

Until I learned that peace fights best.

Every blow refined the core,

I am both the wound and more.

The storm taught stillness how to sing,

The darkness bowed before the spring.

No edge without the open sky,

No life without the will to try.

So I walk between the flame and grace,

Iron bones, a shining face.

I hold the world, I let it go,

That’s the only strength I know.