She lived in the fire, burn-free.

She was blinded by their might,

not a mark on her body she could see.

But when she crawled out of the ashes,

burns in the fourth degree.

Inside, the blaze burned day and night,

scorched her mind,

nearly melted her heart.

It took all she had to claw out of the dark.

In a moment of clarity, she saw the light,

not the scorching type, just a glimmer

of hope, a new path ahead.

So each day she began to shed

the blame, the shame,

the need to bleed.

She stopped seeking the hurt,

left them all behind and looked ahead.