By: Michael Charles
April 15, 2025
We may walk through the world draped in simplicity,
but beneath that quiet fabric lies a fire no storm can smother.
The world often misses it the way our spirits flicker with a heat born of struggle and shaped by dreams.
We are not loud, but we are luminous.
Our greatness is not displayed in gold or glory,
but in the hunger that whispers beneath our ribs
a thirst to rewrite our stories,
to spark new beginnings from the ashes of what was.
Each morning greets us like a page turned by the wind, blank and full of promise.
The fire inside us does not obey the weight of gravity. It floats. It dances. It defies. But it is not reckless, it is cradled by the cool hands of patience, of wisdom, of water. The balance between burn and flow is delicate, but it is ours.
We rise not to impress, but to live.
Not to dominate, but to illuminate.
We rise because our ancestors planted that motion in our bones. And with every breath, every heartbeat, our legacy lives bright, steady and reborn with the morning sun.
So let the world see what it wants.
We will continue to rise
clothed in humility, fueled by fire,
and remembered by light.