Flames (October Challenge Day 5)

 At first, I was nothing. 

And then

A Spark. 

It danced across my fingertips 

With the poise and grace

Of a prima ballerina. 

It glowed. It burned. 

It asked for nothing but to be fed

And kept. 

But the more I fed it,

The more of me it ate. 

Until we were both

Nothing but ashes.

I learned to fear the fire. 

Not for the raging heat. 

It was never violent with me. 

All I ever felt was 

Pressure. 

I feared what it meant. 

What it wanted. 

To swallow me whole. 

Mind, soul, and spirit. 

It longed for me to be nothing

But an extension of its will. 

And it made the sweetest sounds

When I gave it what it wanted. 

Then I burned something

Something precious. Someone…

I wanted the fire to consume me. 

To reduce me to nothing like it had

So many houses and so many trees

And so many friends. 

But it couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. 

Then a light shined into my head. 

And I knew the calm that would

Quell the flames. 

It still burns within me. 

A constant reminder of the things

I’ve done. But it isn’t bad. 

Fire isn’t just destruction. 

Fire is light. Fire is warmth. 

Fire is rebirth. Is reborn.

And so am I.