Touched by Fire

She stepped into the fire’s breath, a trembling soul, half-bound by death— yet flames did not consume her frame, they washed her clean, she rose the same.

The smoke unwrapped her hidden scars, the ash dissolved her prison bars; and from the blaze her spirit came, renewed, unshaken, free of shame.

A beautiful woman, remade, reborn, from burning dusk to radiant morn; the fire, once feared, became her guide, a cleansing tide where courage resides