The Flame Within

Bad blood sickness runs through
me like fire,

An endless flame that fuels my
heart's desire.

In darkest times, I rise, strong and
free,

A warrior forged in strength and
destiny.
The heavens roar, the earth may
shake,

But deep within, I find the will to
break—

The chains of doubt, the weight of
fear,

For victory’s light is drawing near.
Through storm and strife, I stand, unbowed,

My spirit bright, my voice loud.

And when I rest, beneath the sky so
wide,

I hold my glory, with nothing to hide.
The meadow’s peace is earned through fight,

A triumph born of courage and light.

In quiet moments, my heart still sings—

For in my veins, the power of victory rings.
-AnnaRosa