Flame held warmth along the grate
Burned the pain not love or fate
Ash fell soft like winter’s lace
Room glowed gentle in its space
Fire did not demand a war
Did not scorch just to restore
Chose to purify the wood
Chose the good it understood
Heat revealed the hidden steel
Melted lies that could not heal
Truth emerged from ember’s kiss
Pain released to quiet bliss
Not all burning leads to loss
Some flames clear the sacred moss
Light returns where dark withdraws—
Fire heals by nature’s laws