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from the ashes
Alchemist of the Heart
I stand at the edge of my own shadows,
prejudice clutched like smoldering coal—
each ember a judgment born of fear,
heavy as stone in my palms.
Take this poison, I plead,
and turn it into gentle flame:
a fire that warms without consuming,
lighting corners of my mind I’ve left dark.
Melt the bars of my assumptions,
pour molten empathy into their hollow shapes—
so every face I meet reflects more than a label,
and every voice becomes a mirror of hope.
Let my rusted certainty dissolve
into a river of curiosity and care,
its current guiding me toward open arms,
its waters cleansing walls I never knew I built.
Transform these bitter sparks
into kindling for new understanding—
that from the ashes of my old self
I may rise, unbound, ready to embrace.
