When the fire breathes through her heart
Her world stops
It stops moving
It stops growing
Suspended in time for everyone to see

The fire is not passion
But an ache that stings
And electrifies her entire body
An ache for a life
that she wants, but can’t seem to grasp

When the fire breathes through her heart
She remains motionless
In yearning
To make the changes in the generational trauma
That no one else has the guts to make