Fire.
You
light a fire.
I am
a-fire.
The match barely touches the kindling
and I need to back away from the flame.
Burn down the walls
concrete and all.
I’ve spent years to erect them
fearing rejection.
That’s not true,
not true at all.
A lie I am telling:
I ne’er put out a call.
I ne’er even ventured
to feel the warmth of an ember.
Safe, tucked away,
Tried not to remember.
You
lit a fire.
I am
A-fire.
Let me dance again, among the flames.
Danger, life, and freedom await within.