Burn

I carry a fire, a small light,
burning within as the world walks through me.
Faces blur,
stories fade,
and no one sees the flicker in my chest a light still fighting the dark.

I carry fire,
small, trembling,
but mine.

I burn.

While the world rushes past,
I burn
for what I was,
for what I lost,
for what they never noticed.

I burn,
because sometimes,
that’s all I have left.