Gone Through Fire

 Can you fix something broken?
Confess to me your fears.
You carry your own magic.
Counter your rebellious ways with discipline.
Let your hands snatch away cares and woes.

Behold the spirit of the north,
The heat of the south,
The news from the west,
The rising sun in the east.

It's not easy to decipher the essence.
It's risky to seek the hidden codes.
It's foolish to plan for things unexpected -
when the game is zero sum.

 The broken thing can be fixed, but...
only when a heart is pure and chaste.
Your fears can be faced, but...
only when they've broken you.

Step into your personal magic.
Manifest your destined triumph.
Take a walk on the road that leads
to your esoteric imaginings.

You're a rebel inviolate within.
Seeking solid reference, you fight to
maintain a discipline that can be reconciled.
You're able to move with reverence.

Being the compass of the world,
north, south, east and west,
You are a  lodestone for others.
Your very being is...magnificent.
Yet, you remain humble.

Now you're moving like the wind across the land.
A force of nature, pure and proud.
You've gone through fire,
And are fulfilled by courage.

Step into your personal magic.
You're a rebel inviolate within.
Being the compass of the world,
Now you're moving like the wind across the land.
A force of nature, pure and proud.
You've gone through fire.

 ©Ellen Pepper 2026