A quiet little pond
Never been disturbed
Lost in its own little quiet
Protected by a thicket
It sits and waits
But it doesn't really know
What it's waiting on
Or even why it is
A raging fire
That has never known
Peace or quiet
Always on the move
Destroying everything
In its path
It is chasing after something
But it doesn't really know
What it's after
The scorching fire
Meets the wall of thicket
It eats it up
Without an effort
Quickly breaking down the wall
And barreling like a train
Toward the pond
Fire meets water
And the sight is wonderful
The reaction
The pond hisses and tries
To push the fire away
But the fire is relentless
The fire is fueled by
An unearthly desire
To know the pond
And it's calm
And it's serenity
And it's peace
The fire knows
That's what the pond will give
The pond is afraid
But know it must save the fire
The pond wants to
Quell it's flames
Risk a part of itself
Hold it until it feels safe
It knows that is what the fire needs
And the pond realizes
It has been waiting
On the fire all along
To bring it life
And a little action
And the fire realizes
That it was chasing
The pond all along
Because it wanted
A place to stay
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Afraid to Say
PuisiI was too afraid to say these things to your face, and so, I wrote them down and sent them out into the world in hopes that maybe, just maybe, they would find you before it was too late.
