A spoken-word poem about the divine feminine as fire and rose. She refines through love, stands unmoved by those unworthy of her, and opens only to those who meet her as equals. Self-love is her foundation; she offers both blossom and thorns.
This is a poem titled She Is the Fire and the Rose. The feminine is a pillar. Fire is her spine. She will not bend for you. She will not waste her time. Her presence is holy, sacred, and wild. The flame sets the standard. It's love refined. To be in its furnace is to be removed of all that isn't love. She affirms what is beauty without clinging or desire. She stands on firm footing, a lighthouse in the dark. The price of her heart is to look at your own, to meet her in presence and not take her throne, to mirror her level of love and not claim her as your own. She knows when it's time. She knows who is ready. She loves herself fully. She doesn't pour into the many. When one is willing to meet her in fire and forge, she opens and blossoms and becomes more. She's a rose with thorns because discernment bites. You can watch from afar or lean in and smell the delights.
