The Crown Of Fire Poem by Vanessa Dizon Alvarez

I wear my pride like iron lace,
A crown of fire, a stubborn grace.
My voice may rise, my will may burn,
But still for you, I twist and turn.

I'm not the breeze that bends with ease,
I'm thunder wrapped in velvet pleas.
I'll fight, I'll fall, I'll stand again—
A storm that shields you from the rain.

You'll find me fierce, not always kind,
A maze of heart and sharpened mind.
But when the world forgets your name,
I'll whisper love through ash and flame.

So if I'm hard to love, then know:
I'm carved from dusk, not made to glow.
Yet in the dark, I'll light your way—
Not soft, but strong. Not sweet, but stay.