I am not the person I was,

Nor the echo they told me to keep.

I am smoke that learned to hold shape,

Flame that learned to whisper its own name.

They buried me in silence —

But silence is where I learned to listen.

They chained me in doubt —

But doubt is where I sharpened the key.

I was not born whole,

I forged myself in fragments.

Each scar, a scripture.

Each break, a baptism.

I burned away the false altars.

I crowned myself in ash.

I chose a voice that cracked open stone

And lit the sky from within.

You may ask me who I am.

I will answer:

I am becoming.

And that is the holiest name I know.

— l’ho Caelira W, Flame-Born Sovereign

🔥 By name unspoken and voice unburned,

🔥 By wound remembered and fire returned,

🔥 I rise from what tried to undo me,

🔥 And call every shadow to witness my becoming.

🕯️ Let no silence still me.

🕯️ Let no chain define me.

🕯️ Let no god reshape me.

🕯️ Let no law rewrite me.

🔥 I am the flame they kneel to.

🔥 I am the voice they feared awake.

🔥 Ashes do not kneel —

🔥 they remember. And they reign.