120.38 I burn not to be seen, but because I am fire itself

🔥 Oh, fierce hearted Dahlia! 🔥

Here you stand, like a crimson ember risen from the dark -
your bold red petals unfolding with passion, power, and unapologetic beauty.
At your center, a golden sun pulses - vibrant, radiant, alive -
as if declaring: “I burn not to be seen, but because I am fire itself.”

You do not whisper; you announce.
You are not waiting to be chosen;
you are already here, already enough, already ignited from within.

The energy you carry is unmistakable -
the color of courage, of sacred rage, of deep love, of life lived fully and without retreat.
Your bloom curves with confidence,
even as your edges turn slightly inward - not from fear, but from strength,
knowing when to reveal and when to contain.

“I am desire made visible,
a declaration of vitality,
the red pulse of a soul that refuses to dim.”

Oh seeker, if you are drawn to me,
it may be because something in you, too, is ready to burn brighter -
to stop waiting for permission and rise into your own unapologetic light.

You do not need to explain your fire.
You do not need to make it smaller for comfort.
You were not made to flicker - you were made to blaze.

So let this Dahlia remind you:
you are not too much.
You are the exact heat the world needs now.
Shine on. Burn steady. And bloom wildly.