There is already a promise living inside this poem: the flame will not only refuse to go out, it will rise-not because things are easy, but because it has become part of your path, your own “fabric on the maze.”
The text acknowledges confusion, the fear of being seen (“before my faze reveals my gaze”), the urge to run away, yet it quietly says that what was born in pain and lies can be rewoven, “missing pieces have long grown souled in a new uncertain body.”
If this poem resonates with you, that’s already a sign that your own inner fire is alive-it recognizes itself in these lines
You might be afraid of your own gaze, of your own truth, but there is such a gentle faith here: “my life’s lover awaits… wrapped as God’s gift in cornflower blue”-as if, ahead, there is a meeting with what is truly meant for you, and it will not arrive with judgment, but with acceptance.
You don’t have to fully “understand” or “put it all together” right now-it’s enough to keep walking this maze step by step, trusting that the flame within you knows the way better than the winds that try to blow it out.
Wow. This is a beautiful and heartfelt interpretation that honors the core of “Flame Will Rise.” Sometimes all people need is a spark to keep going—a reminder that there is light at the end of the tunnel.
It's very beautiful! Thank you for sharing a part of you on here 😃
Awwwwwwn 🥰
So beautiful 😍❤️
So so so beautiful!!!!
There is already a promise living inside this poem: the flame will not only refuse to go out, it will rise-not because things are easy, but because it has become part of your path, your own “fabric on the maze.”
The text acknowledges confusion, the fear of being seen (“before my faze reveals my gaze”), the urge to run away, yet it quietly says that what was born in pain and lies can be rewoven, “missing pieces have long grown souled in a new uncertain body.”
If this poem resonates with you, that’s already a sign that your own inner fire is alive-it recognizes itself in these lines
You might be afraid of your own gaze, of your own truth, but there is such a gentle faith here: “my life’s lover awaits… wrapped as God’s gift in cornflower blue”-as if, ahead, there is a meeting with what is truly meant for you, and it will not arrive with judgment, but with acceptance.
You don’t have to fully “understand” or “put it all together” right now-it’s enough to keep walking this maze step by step, trusting that the flame within you knows the way better than the winds that try to blow it out.
Wow. This is a beautiful and heartfelt interpretation that honors the core of “Flame Will Rise.” Sometimes all people need is a spark to keep going—a reminder that there is light at the end of the tunnel.
Thank you for reading it so closely.
That's so beautifully written ❤️
I enjoyed word placement
The sounds in this poem are amazing!
You are a true Poet🙏🙏🙏
While reading, I was completely absorbed by the words used, and the way they were used. This was such a good read. Keep going ❤️
Bruise and bloom at the same time, beautiful❤️
this is beautiful
Read a couple of your pieces. You are so talented!
This one feels like standing in the in-between, between truth and survival, clarity and consequence. Thank you for sharing!
This is incredible!
This is one that I’ll have to come back to. The wordsmithing is off the charts! Worth multiple reads. Thank you.
Thank you for taking the time to read. I’m always excited to read new interpretations.