Through My Fiery Eyes

September 30, 2012
By JShana SILVER, Chantilly, Virginia
JShana SILVER, Chantilly, Virginia
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I am fire

I am the heat of anger, and the warm spark of laughter

I am a child, leaping on the walls

I am a painting that tells a story in paintbrush strokes

And a mother that sings a crackling lullaby

I enter with ashes on my palms

And leave sooty footprints at your doorstep

I tread silently through the shadows of the night

Leaving the musky scent of smoke in my wake

I am a night crawler

That slumbers beneath a blanket of coals by day

And dances by the light of the dark

I am non-existent fingers

Wispy arms and legs

A body of ashes

I am smoldering misery in a downpour

And a flickering will-o’-the-wisp in the wind

I am confidence in the form of a fierce golden-orange glow

I am cheer in the form of burnt marshmallows

I am love, because I, too, 

Can die,

Come to life,

Flicker in uncertainty

Burn with pain and grief

But in the end,

I will always remain

Fire



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JShana SILVER said...
on Apr. 26 2015 at 6:13 pm
JShana SILVER, Chantilly, Virginia
8 articles 0 photos 1 comment
Thank you very much! I am glad you enjoyed this little piece. :)

on Apr. 26 2015 at 1:29 pm
guard-girl GOLD, Clover, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not depend on your own understanding. Seek His will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take."
Proverbs 3:5-6

Wow this gave me chills! It's extremely descriptive, and the imagery you use is fantastic :)


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