Mystical dark art depicting a skeletal figure emitting glowing tendrils towards a silhouetted crowd.

**Why You Must Share Your Fire** You write in ink that bleeds from bone, A storm that speaks in undertone. Your verses burn, they bruise, they bite— They're not for keeping out of sight. These lines you've penned in sleepless nights, Are lanterns lit from inner fights. They're maps for souls who lose their way, They're lifelines cast through break of day. You fear their weight, their awful truth, But truth is grace, and pain is proof. The world is aching, raw, and real— It needs to hear the way you feel. What scorches you may warm another, What wrecks one heart might mend a brother. You think it’s too much, far too wild— But every scar births strength when filed. You are not made to guard the flame Of rage, of grief, of joy, or shame. You are the match, the voice, the cry— The reason someone else won’t die. So share the fire, the flood, the ache— Let silence tremble, borders break. These poems are not yours alone— They’re seeds the wounded world has sown. See more