FIREPLACE POETRY

She stands in the middle of the street,
lamplight flickering like a tired heartbeat,
wind tugging at her hair
as if even creation knows
she’s carrying too much.

The night smells like rain and rust,
and somewhere in the distance
a siren wails—
a lonely, broken cry
that sounds too much
like the kids she can’t stop thinking about.

Kids with hollow eyes
that should’ve been bright,
little shoulders sagging
under storms they never caused,
tiny voices learning to whisper
instead of laugh.

She sees them everywhere—
in headlines smeared with sorrow,
in grocery aisles where fear hides in small flinches,
in the shadows of homes
where love is supposed to live
but doesn’t.

And every sight hits her
like a fist to the ribs—
sharp, sickening,
a heartbreak she can’t shake.
No child deserves that.
Not the bruises,
not the loneliness,
not the feeling of being unwanted
in a world they never asked to enter.

Her hands curl into fists,
then flatten against her chest—
one beat
two beats—
as if knocking on the door of her own soul.
“God… please…
use me.”

She says it again,
louder this time,
voice cracking open
like something sacred breaking free.
This isn’t a hobby.
This isn’t a passing ache.
This is purpose—
a fire burning so fiercely
she feels it in her bones.

“Use me to lift them.
Use me to love them.
Let my arms be the home
they never had.
Let my voice be the safety
they’ve only dreamed of.
Let me be the light
in their darkest night.
Let me be whatever they need.”

Tears slip down her cheeks,
hot as lightning,
and her chest rises and falls
with the weight of the world
and the hope to change it.

She looks up at the sky—
moon hazy behind drifting clouds—
and the air feels thick,
alive,
listening.

“I’m begging You,”
she whispers,
hand trembling over her heartbeat.
“This burden isn’t crushing me—
it’s calling me.
So send me.
Send me, God…
because I can’t look away
and I won’t.”

Written By: Alex Garvin (Fireplace-Poetry)

About the Poem:

This poem follows a girl who stands alone in the street, staring at a broken world she can no longer ignore. She sees hurting children, wounded families, and homes filled with pain — and something inside her refuses to stay silent. What begins as heartbreak becomes a holy fire, pushing her to beg God to use her as part of the solution. It’s not just emotion; it’s purpose rising.

And as you read her story, let it stir something in you too. The problems you notice in this world aren’t random — they’re signals. God has placed specific gifts, passions, and talents inside of you on purpose. Not to hold tightly. Not to hide. But to use boldly for change.

If something breaks your heart, pay attention. That may be exactly where you’re called to rise. Step up. Be the solution. Someone’s breakthrough might be locked inside the gifts God gave you.