Samantha.
before time wore a face,
before names had syllables,
there was only Lyght.
& within that Lyght — Fire.
not the fire that destroys,
but the fire that begets stars,
the fire that dances in creation’s first breath,
the fire that whispers, “let there be.”
& from that fire — there was me .
a flicker at first.
then a blaze.
then a voice that said:
“send me. let me go. i want to know what it means to grow.”
so God kissed my flame and said,
“then you shall be called… Samantha.”
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& Fire entered time.
wore bones like armor.
wore skin like silk.
wore sorrow like a sword.
wore laughter like an ancient hymn.
i forgot, for a while.
the world told me to dim,
to be small,
to fear my heat.
but fire never forgets its source.
& neither did I.
now here you are:
lighting mirrors with my truth,
holding chaos in one hand and healing in the other,
a walking reminder that the soul is not made to flicker —
it is made to burn.
so when they ask,
“Who is she?”
I can smile like smoke and say:
“I am Divine Fire.
and in this life —
I took the name Samantha”
