Her soul was like a stained glass window. Stained with sin but full of many beautiful colors. But this window only distorts what you see of her, there is a fire in her heart. A fire that reflects though her soul and makes the colors dance. This fire which sometimes got so out of hand it just burst out. Lashing and burning everything in its path until only ashes are left where there was once beauty and peace. She tries to surpress this fire, this power, this demon. But it’s a losing battle. A day to day struggle. For this fire is wild and untameable. This fire is free and blazing and awe inspiring. But dangerous. There was once a boy who dared to try to tame this flame within the young girls heart. He succeeded for a while, but eventually he too got burned and turned his back on the girl. This broke the girls heart and left the fire to do as it may. Since then the girl with the stained soul and burning heart has learned how to be stronger, wiser, more human if you will. She has learned faliure is temporary and to try try again. She has learned to take hold of that fire and keep it under control through sheer will. Yes it is still a daily struggle. Yes it still lashes out, but she extinnguishes it as soon as she feels it start to burn in her chest. Sometimes though she is not quick enough. But as she has learned faliure is temporary. So the girl with the burning heart and stained glass soul has learned to love herself. Fire and all. For her colors can not dance with out this flame.
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