Had some stuff playing on my mind that I wasn't sure how to express so I've written something a little different this week. A poem.
Because I'm all cool and fancy like that.
Don't ever let anyone try and dictate who you should be or dull your shine.
Burn bright baby.
Thats not the poem. The poem is down there.
I am fire.
I burn bright.
I can help lead the way in darkness.
Keep you warm in nights of ice and despair.
At times I may dwindle to embers but a simple breath of air will breathe life into me again.
Keeping my flames alive.
Giving me reason to stay burning.
Then there are those who want to possess my being.
Thinking that I should burn just for them.
That I can be kept in an ornamental case.
Trying to manipulate and control my flames.
But I am fire.
I cannot be controlled.
I have the power to bring down a forest when pushed in the wrong way.
I imprint on your skin if you try and put your hand in too deep.
Pour water on me, sure.
That form of me may be gone.
But you will always need me.
I will always rise again.
Just give me a little flicker and a little fuel.
See what I can do.
I could be your greatest asset when treated right.
Or your destruction if you handle me without due care.
I am fire.