Fire

my feelings about flames

I have always felt a great affinity with fire. Watching the flickering flames dance in contained fireplaces exited me as a child. People would briefly appear from within; explosive knights fighting, enchanting dancers, life within the flame.

 Fire feels alive somehow, alive and powerful. A torrent of roaring fire can sweep through forests and cities, its wrath unbreakable, destroying everything. I too am hard to quell once I get angry, but unlike fire I doubt I'm powerful. I would like to be, then again maybe that's what flame is to me, how I wish to be. Flames are unpredictable with great freedom. When sleeping, they can flicker and dance, limitless movement. I wish I was free to do what I wanted, but life has doused my spirit, so I am left smouldering.

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