"Fire"

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I am fire

I wonder if there is beauty in my destruction

I hear the wrath of others surround me

I see myself turn to ashes of despair

I want to get close without being the affliction

I am fire

I pretend the desolation has no effect on me

I feel the water slip from my hands evaporating

I touch the black smoke that blocks my existence

I worry that my conflagration will spread to others

I cry out but the smoke suppresses my voice

I am fire

I understand sanity can fade

I say I can take the heat

I dream of someone being able to withstand the heat of my flames

I try to contain the havoc catastrophe inside me

I hope that I'll be more than just a tragedy

I am fire

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