It's Just a Dream: A Lesson in the Flames (Part 4)

In the still of night, she drifted away,

To a realm where shadows and dreams held sway.

A girl in conflict, a heart torn asunder,

A fight erupted, filled with fury and thunder.

Words like daggers, emotions did flare,

In her small room, heavy with despair.

Consumed by anger, she made a rash choice,

To set her room ablaze, silencing her voice.

Flames roared to life, consuming all near,

As the heat rose high, fueled by her fear.

In the fiery dance, her spirit did twist,

Burning bright in the inferno's fierce kiss.

Her world turned to ashes, dark and gray,

As the fire took all, leaving nothing to stay.

Yet from the embers, a spark did ignite,

A sign of renewal in the dead of night.

Her ashes ascended, carried by the breeze,

A whisper of hope, floating with ease.

From the depths of despair, a symbol so grand,

A phoenix's rise, reborn from the sand.

For every end is but a start anew,

A cycle of life, forever true.

In her nightmare's grip, she found her way,

Embracing rebirth with the dawn of day.

So as she burned, she learned to ascend,

From the ashes of past, where new dreams blend.

A testament to strength, her spirit's decree,

That even in endings, beginnings can be.