She Rises in FireShe doesn't walk out of the ashes.She rises from them-wild-haired and wide-eyed, not broken, not bitter,but born anew.Every scar is a scripture.Every tear, a baptism.And every time the world told her no,she wrote herself a fiercer yes.There's no rescue coming.There never was.She is the siren, the sword, the spark.And she is not sorry for surviving.She rises in fire-and she's never going back to smoke. Written by Q