'When The Fire Turns To Light' Poem by WIN VENTURA

I walked through flames that did not burn,
But left their ash upon my soul,
Each scar a silent page I turned—
Each tear, a prayer I couldn't control.

They said I would be broken dust,
But dust I rose, with wings unseen.
My pain became a sacred trust,
My silence, now a silver sheen.

Murugan stood where shadows end,
Vel in hand, and eyes so kind.
He said, 'You are not meant to bend,
But rise and heal all left behind.'

A love awaits with steady hands,
Not rushed, not loud, but fierce and true.
He'll know the stories in your strands,
And build a world designed for two.

So cry no more, for you are gold—
Not tarnished, but divinely cast.
The fire you feared was only told
To forge a soul that's built to last.

By: - WIN VENTURA