Stand in the fire with companion piece you still love here

Chris Anderson

Stand in the Fire

 

I will not lay down in the silence,

I will not bow to the dark.

My hands still remember your heartbeat,

my lips still carry the spark.

 

I will not be still in the ruin,

I won’t turn to ash in the rain.

This love was a vow forged in thunder,

not a whisper that breaks under pain.

 

I won’t walk away from the promise,

I won’t unlearn how to stay.

You are the pulse in my fingers,

you are the words I still pray.

 

I’ll fight with the whole of my spirit,

I’ll stand where the world splits apart.

Not because you have asked me to do it,

but because you still live in my heart.

 

So if this is where we are broken,

if this is the edge of the flame —

know I walked through the fire to find you,

and I’ll walk through it now just the same.

 

 

 

 

You Still Live Here

 

You still live in the breath between heartbeats,

in the rhythm I fight to maintain.

You still dance in the ache of the morning,

in the thunder that follows the rain.

 

You still move in the hush of the silence,

in the stillness that shivers with heat.

You're the echo that hums in my marrow,

you're the voice that will not retreat.

 

I built you a home in my bloodstream,

and you never once asked to leave.

Now I carry your name like a banner,

stitched in blood and in reasons to grieve.

 

If I’m foolish to fight what is ending,

then I’ll be the last fool who tries.

I’ll be fire, I’ll be thunder, I

’ll be aching —

but I will not give you goodbye.

 

  • Author: Chris Anderson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 19th, 2025 00:46
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  • sorenbarrett

    I particularly liked the power of the first of these two it sings out and feels heart felt. Very nicely done

  • Tony36

    BR



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