No Path Without Flame

the fire came first, fierce and wild,

clearing the thorns where memories piled.

ashes rose high, smoke kissed the sky,

space was made where roots could try.

the silence grew thick in the clearing wide,

shadows stepped back, nowhere to hide.

old echoes faded, drifting like breath,

making way for what's left of death.

a path now carved through soil and stone,

no longer lost, no more alone.

new leaves whisper, bold and free,

a wind-touched future waits to be.

behind that blaze, a trail still lies,

seen through time-washed, clearer eyes.

not for regret, not for retreat,

just to remember where fire meets feet.