The Fire Within

The wind howls fierce; the match sputters, frail,

Its trembling light caught in the gale.

Incense lies dormant, bound and mute,

Awaiting flame to pierce its truth.

Moisture stripped, it stands prepared,

A moment’s heat, the fire’s glare.

A spark ignites, the struggle ends,

From tip to heart, the ember bends.

The wind, defied, now whips with pride,

Its force once bane, now fed inside.

What sought to drown now fans the blaze,

Transforming all to smoke and haze.

The solid yields to air and light,

Rising free in boundless flight.

No path remains, the veil is torn

Only ash — stillness — where freedom is born.