About the Poem
My life is ruled by passion. It is my driving force. Sometimes the intensity of it scares me. Sometimes it scares others. But underneath the fiery exterior lies a warm, gentle yearning to be free, to be accepted, to be loved.
Fire Storm |
| by Tara Simms |
| The flame flickered out Until you came along and breathed life back into the fire. It welcomes you, drawing you near with its warmth, The flames dancing before you. When you’re close enough to touch, It drives you away, searing your flesh The pain burns itself into your memory. My passion escalates into a raging inferno. It becomes a living entity. Growing, consuming, destroying all that lies in its path. There is no stopping it, it must run its course. The fire dies out, giving way to glowing embers, No longer something to fear. A small flame flickers once again And is snuffed out with a single breath. Warm cinders remain, The only reminder of the destruction that occurred. Something stirs in the dust as my vulnerability surfaces. Rising like a Phoenix from the ashes. Free at last. |
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