Soft petals fell from her yellow 
green iris.

No sound could be heard as her petals 

fell silent.

A deep breath of air cleared some 
thorns deep inside her. 

Both feet hit the ground like a song 
drunk on cider. 

She stood tall like a tree, 
Showing strength and desire. 

Fire roared while sharp pain 
stabbed deeply inside her. 

Wild flames blazed the thorns 
that soon turned to ember. 

A time of transition she will always 
remember. 

When soft petals fall silent from yellow green iris,
It's a reminder to all, there's a fire inside us.