Fuel For The Fire

 We begin this life in liquid darkness, as we are given the spark of life. From there we are molded, like clay to a pot, like a story and it's plot. Without a strong and wise hand we are nothing...shapeless, no identity no purpose.

 Once formed, we are weak and feeble, cast into the fire we are then made strong and durable, yet still so fragile we are. Our lives are, from the moment that the spark of life enters us and we are pushed out of our loving mother's womb, is nothing but fire. One day that fire would have prepared us for the day we, journey forth.

 Some of us however are left with a burning fire that has no fuel...no will to press on and live. Soon it shall extinguish, shall the will, the fuel ever return to this fire with no purpose no motivation? Once the fire in my heart was burning with a rage that was pure and bright. Now that fire is tainted and diminishing. I shall not let it extinguish.

 My motivation is slowly returning, you have inspired me to better myself. I watched you mold and become the beautifully strong woman you are today. My regrets are the water that has continued to douse the ever burning fire that is my soul. For so long I was guilty for what I had done, no longer shall I think that way. I learned from those regrets and that guilt..

 

Reviews

[realmwriter]

Dude. Very cool Bro. I really like this piece and know exactly how it feels to be i8n that position. To feel guilty for alowing a love to die, for a flame to snuffed out like nothing more than water in ones veighns.