Through My Fiery Eyes

September 30, 2012
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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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guard-girl said...
Apr. 26, 2015 at 1:29 pm
Wow this gave me chills! It's extremely descriptive, and the imagery you use is fantastic :)
 
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Apr. 26, 2015 at 6:13 pm
Thank you very much! I am glad you enjoyed this little piece. :)
 
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