Bright, dancing flames licking up the walls
Of my soul, my being - my heart.
How did this fire ever start?
Now I watch as it spreads and calls.
The flickering flames are beautiful: Exciting.
They turn my head; I’m transfixed.
I should turn back but my gaze is fixed.
The decision is dangerous but I won’t be fighting.
The heat is enticing, I want to feel its touch.
I know it will hurt this burning desire
But fighting makes it stronger it adds fuel to the fire.
It grows and it builds – becomes too much.
Destruction seems to prevail as it engulfs and flashes
But like the phoenix new life and promise can rise from the ashes.
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