Wildfire

People love me in the way that one loves a wildfire.

They love to take part in the passion and untamable rage bubbling beneath the surface of the beauty.

Humans find something so magical in the uncontrollable.

While they love and are enthralled by it, no one wants to touch it.

They fear of being burned, afraid of the aftermath.

So they stay close enough to feel the thrill of the heat,

The thrill of being in proximity to something so dangerous and strange,

But far enough away to not suffer any real damage.

When walking by, people pause and observe.

As if some strange source is tearing through in complete silence.

They are drawn to the mystery, to something so different that they can't put a finger on it.

Eyes that when looked into pull so deep it sears their souls,

Words that when spoken no one can make sense of.

So they stay as close as they can, to perhaps witness the flame,

To feel the sensation of such concentrated heat,

All while holding a salve, as with any flame,

They never truly trust that they won’t be burned.

Because you see, no one can truly love a wildfire.

They may romanticize or criticize it, 

Reviews

[xansizi]

I really like the parallels you draw between yourself and the wildfire- something that is fascinating but slightly dangerous. I can relate to the fire as someone who loves camping and the outdoors. I will make a suggestion but this is not a criticism of your work. i would also add the element of the need of other people to harness the fire, to control and contain it in ways that they can understand. i think people also do that with other people- put them down, dampen their creativity to make these people fit more into their world.

[Madeline]

Thank you so much! I will definitely take your suggestion to mind, very insightful. I appreciate your feedback and hope you enjoy the rest of my work!