I lit up the highest when i was burned

There is a moment—quiet and unseen—when something begins to break down inside you. Not loudly, but slowly. Like melting wax. The world keeps moving, but something within starts to soften, surrender, undo itself. It’s at that moment, not of defeat but of deep release, that something else begins to rise. A flame. Steady, alive, unapologetic. And within it, a form appears—not fragile, but fierce. Arms open, fire in both hands. Not burning from outside, but lit from within. Not destroyed, but revealed. She stands tall in the heat. Clear. Awake. Radiant. Because sometimes, it’s only when everything familiar melts away, that you realise: this is not the end. This is ignition.

You lit up the highest when you were burned. Not because you were untouched, but because you chose to rise anyway.

Original Painting

Medium : acrylics on canvas

Size - 16x20 inches