I am a raging fire

With no intention of quelling my burn.

Like a phoenix,

I am born from the ashes of my past,

Now destroyed

Immortal in only my memories until even

They are scattered to the wind.

I rise from the embers of my truths,

Bright and unyielding like the sun's rise

Beacons so bright they burn the back of your eyes.

You cannot escape my light once I decide to let it shine.

I may be human,

But I am also so much more.

My blood is red

A deep scarlet that glows

Magma waiting to erupt and destroy and create.

Too often the volcano is forgotten

Disregarded as dormant, a mountainside,

Idyllic and peaceful

Until even the volcano forgets what it truly is,

The power it holds in its heart

Connecting it to its sisters around the world.

Our world is made of fire

And so am I.

You cannot ignore the quakes beneath your feet

Warning you that I have awoken

That you have awoken me

And that I am coming, with nothing to stop me

You cannot help but watch the smoke, then the fire, then the rain

As, through fire, I wash away your beliefs and replace them with my own.

A volcano is not just a mountain.

I am not just a girl.

I walk through fire

Atop hot coals

And the burn only reminds me who I am.

There is no putting out my eternal flame.

You can only hope and wish and pray

That the next thing I decide to burn

Is not you.