The Reader Wants a Fire

Dear Soul Riders,

Do not just post. Build a door.
Give weary hearts a sacred floor.

Let every essay, long or short, be a stone.
Let every silence feel like home.

Let every poem… any… rise like smoke.
From truths we buried, feared, then spoke.

We are not here to chase the feed.
We are here to plant the seed.

Not every flame is made to trend.
Some fires gather, heal, and mend.

So let the door stay warm.
Let the flame learn every name.

Let the tired arrive carrying noise,
and leave carrying a clearer voice.

Let the page become a threshold.
Let the silence become a room.

Here, the scroll ends.
The entering begins.

With 🔥,

—Terod Naej