Broken

The fire is at peace
Human existence can’t always be consistent
Life is like a lens that lets you see just enough
Some see more than others but there is always a blindspot
Warm like a beautiful fire,
Cold like snow glistening in the mountains
Where there was emptiness is now filled with life
Memories fight to stay true as others fall into an abyss
Fear loses but sometimes wins
Some will float and others, sink
The wind speaks words of wisdom