Fire

“she who is close to me,

is close to the fire”

Upon the ashes of this you danced

Your soul entranced

With the burning

Here at the centre of the fire

As you held yourself

Allowing the ire

Like a fire storm

To alight from within

So it was

Your burning soul

Gave birth to itself upon

The funeral pyre

Of the dying self

Deep inside

Ours souls trust the proof

Burning is not the end

Only necessary for the spirit to know

And birth

The truth

And sometimes anger

Is the necessary place of burning

And if the others drop you

Like a hot coal

Be grateful that you found the strength

Not to surrender yourself

Feel proud

That you were able to be

Faithful to the fire