Dancing With Fire

What is love without the risk?

Even if the risk is known,

A memory forever seared on a heart

That may only feel for one.

Some say that heat helps a burn.

Back to the fire, but distanced,

I contemplate how close to get,

Gripping my bandages tightly.

The fire calls to me, singing.

I unwrap the bandages and
Expose the wounds to the heat,

Sighing at the frightening relief.

As my wounds feel more healed,

My steps grow more confident

Until I'm directly in front of it,

Dancing with fire in the moonlight.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

The fire calls to me, singing... Well penned.

[Wolfwind]

The fire is such a double edged sword. Get to close and be incinerated, but get to far away and freeze. Finding the balance that works can be tough sometimes, as we are all trying to maintain self control, but at the same time, want to be free enough to actually live.

Great Poem!
Aaron