From the Ashes

Inside me, there was a city no map had ever known. A city of silent streets, and walls that breathed memories.

In that city, I was more than one person. One always kept their eyes closed not to sleep, but to forget.

Another stood in the shadows, voiceless, faceless, like a secret hiding even from itself.

And one… always looked upward. Not because it believed in hope, but because something was burning, and it refused to lose its last light.

One day, the fire came. Not from outside, but from somewhere between my breaths.

At first, it was quiet… like a dangerous thought pretending to be salvation. Then it grew it called my name, not the one others knew, but the one I only dared to hear in the dark.