What burns brightest isn't the fire in your hands.
It's the rage you've been told to swallow. The pain you've been taught to hide. The power they tried to bury.
Let it burn.
Your darkness isn't your shame. It's your strength. Your scars aren't your story. They're your war paint.
Let their trauma burn. Let their self-judgment burn. Let other people's expectations of who you should be turn to fucking ash.
The inferno you carry was never meant to be contained. It was meant to scorch the earth of everything that kept you small.
Permission isn't given. It's taken. And it's your turn.