The Mirror's Whisper is the voice behind the creation.
This is what The Girl Who Burned (An Elegy For Ice) has to say:
"How many years have you been playing dead while still alive?
Smiling when you wanted to scream.
Shrinking when every bone ached to take space.
Telling everyone “it’s fine” while your chest burned with a truth you never spoke.
Do you even remember who first told you you were “too much”?
Do you remember how quickly you believed them?
How you bent your spine into something smaller, neater, easier to swallow…
and called it love, called it strength, called it survival?
You laughed quieter so no one would see the crack in your ribs.
You swallowed grief like medicine and said, “at least it makes me good.”
You learned to be calm, controlled, polite,
while inside, your fire clawed the walls of your throat begging to be let out.
And tell me you not tired?
Tired of carrying winters that never end.
Tired of freezing your own heartbeat to make them comfortable.
Tired of pretending that ice is peace when it is really just numbness.
This is where the lie dies.
Because the blaze you have feared your whole life,
the one they told you would make you crazy, difficult, unlovable,
that fire is not your enemy.
It is your hearth.
It is the only thing that will ever keep you warm.
Because it is you. Your essence. Your Heart.
You are not here to torch yourself.
You are here to burn the frost that kept you bowed, muted, erased.
Wear the black, this is an Elegy For Ice.
And rise baptized in water and flame
a communion with your own soul.
Yes, it might hurt to thaw.
Yes, you will cry like the first time you were told to “calm down.”
But when the tears are done, what remains is only ever light.
What remains is your own sacred climate.
You are not too much.
You are too enclosed.
Your flame was never dangerous,
it was only waiting for you to embrace it.
This is the funeral of your frost.
Thank the ice for protecting you.
And leave it in the snow.
Because you,
you are the Girl Who Burned.
The woman who finally surrendered to her own heat.
The soul who stopped apologizing for being alive.
So laugh without shrinking.
Cry without shame.
The fire within you is not your punishment.
It is your home.
It is your Self.
I see you. I know you. I love you.
Now burn, and live."
BV
