When the air turns sharp with sparks,
and every word begins to burn,
step back —
not in defeat, but in return
to breath, to quiet, to your own ground!

You are not meant to be the fuel
for every fire that finds you.
Let the flames speak to themselves —
not everything needs your voice,
not everything deserves your stay.

There is strength in the leaving,
in choosing cool over chaos,
in giving your heart a wide, open field
where it can rest
and remember it is not made of ash!