Unafraid

Where everything burns, something unafraid begins

Photo by Taylor Murphy on Unsplash

When everything is on fire—
your heart,
the headlines,
the fragile thread of your sleep—
and the world turns
to smoke and cinder,
remember:

this is how life began,
not in stillness,
but in collision,
in molten silence
beneath a forming sky.

I know. You’re afraid.
The weight is immense.
But look—
fireweed rises from ash,
its magenta bloom defiant
in the soot-soft morning.

It did not wait
for gentleness.
It simply grew,
unafraid,
in the dark.

First published in Roots & Words from Iron Oak Editions and West Trade Review

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As always, a huge THANK YOU for taking the time to read my poem. Without you, my voice would be a whisper just floating in the air.

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