You are the flame that cannot be extinguished.

You are also the match.

The one who swallowed sparks
for decades
and called it peace.

The one who held her tongue
until it trembled
with everything she never said.

But now
the fire has found your throat.
And you no longer apologize
for your heat.

This isn’t rage without reason.
This is a sacred rebalancing.
This is your nervous system
rewriting its contract
with silence.

Your boundaries are not walls.
They are altars.
They say:
This is where I end.
And this is where I begin.

So let the roles unravel.
Let the masks ash to dust.
You are not losing control.

You are becoming
undeniable.