Poems in the dark

Faces In the Smoke

What do you see
In the smokey swirls,
The ones that come from fire
And fill your lungs with life?

What do you feel
When the life burns your skin,
And your eyes start to cry?
When your walls are caving in?

The smoke swirls, curls,
Twists around the things you've built.
Faces of long past, you see,
Fading with your passing guilt.

The faces are there
Despite your doubt,
And only for a second,
But enough to keep you staring.

The fire reminds you,
Binds you,
Brings you memories too real
And locks you deep in its flames.

What do you see is not the question,
The one that you should be asked.
Who do you see, who can you be?
In this phase of inner grief.

I am the fire, the source of life.
See these faces in my smoke.
I am the fire, built on strife,
Lasting beyond my time
behind your burning eyes.