She held fire in her hand,
Crimson and amber danced together
Translucent flames licked and sparked,
Hovering just above her palm.
She could feel the heat, but not the burn,
Just one step away from purification.
Until something forced the fire down
Pressure precedes the searing pain
‘Til one day she learned to control it – to resist.
Focus and insulate her, an incandescent armor.
Control the blaze, give it direction:
To keep her warm in the darkness
To bring her light in the cold
To give her protection from the madness
To be her secret in the world.