Portrait of a Woman on Fire

My mind constantly likens this whirlwind of a person who entered my life to a phoenix, though I'm not sure why. But nothing personifies her better than fire. Here's a portrait of a woman on fire.

To the protector,

Awaken the latent embers of your soul. Coax your inner flame to dance at your periphery. Find harmony with the aspects of yourself that yearn for that warmth. Embrace the desires that flicker and burn. Allow the fire to rise. Burn bright. Your radiance is a beacon the world desperately needs. 

This girl, with wisdom etched in her eyes, knows the dance with fire and its hypnotic lies. 

Despite being wary of its heat, she holds this truth dear. She'll rise from the ashes and conquer every fear. 

Reborn as a phoenix, she has braved the storm. Each fiery trial is a lesson in weathered form.

Though life leaves its mark, she carries the scars and secrets they keep, like a river etched deep.

A master of chaos, a wrecking ball's might, shattering walls, bringing darkness to light.

Yet, in the destruction, wholeness takes hold. A cleansing embrace from stories untold.

From charred remains, beauty finds its birth. A sacred transformation emerges from the earth. 

A defiant spirit, bowing to no decree. A self-proclaimed goddess, wild, and finally free.

Words, like shards of glass, became her domain. Shattered stories weave a world forged in pain.

From splintered fragments, she built worlds anew. Words ignite heat, and her voice burns through.

She radiated a captivating sense of openness, a living embodiment of vulnerability. She had witnessed an abundance of energy being wasted constructing intricate webs of lies, where the truth remained hidden like a phantom, individuals trapped by societal norms, and love compelled to conceal its true nature. Unsurprisingly, it was an indulgence she couldn't afford. She saves her strength for the important battles. She understands that home is not a physical location but a timeless essence that remains present even during moments of departure.

She is not afraid to name her gifts and understands the alchemy of her words. Her every gesture is a delicate murmur, a testament to a soul pulsating with hunger. Within her beats a longing, a fading glow, sheltered by eyes that bear countless tales. Yet her secrets remain elusive, yearning for those who possess the audacity to inquire and commit themselves to unraveling the enigmatic woman within.

For her, eternity resides in the present, and she finds bliss in the richness of this very moment. Her only conviction is humanity, and her spiritual connection lies in acts of kindness. She finds beauty in the breakdowns, wholeness in the shatters, strength in the fault lines, and goodness in everything.

She exhibits an unwavering spirit, defying labels and limitations. To construct a stage, she skillfully uses the broken pieces that attempt to box her in. From this platform, she fearlessly belts out her distinctive, unrestrained melody, conscious of the power it holds in our own bones. She understands the beauty that emerges from complex situations, the cycle of destruction and rebirth, the burning passion and freedom that come from breaking free, and the realisation that the truth lies at the centre of paradox.

She exudes an ethereal aura, radiating with celestial brilliance and possessing a divine spark within. Her words flow like a river of emotions, uttering nothing but raw honesty. She embraces every experience with a child-like enthusiasm.

She is lighting up the world. She burns to ashes and rises again and again and again.