Fuels. Fire. Fire. Fuels.
Sparking. Burning . Only a spark it takes
To ignite such a passion
To be seen miles away
An oasis, a safe haven, life itself.
Culture originates from it
Seeds spread from it
Forests reborn through it
Sustains us from it.
Crucibles, cauldrons, try to contain it
Chars and creates scars
Breaks chemical bonds with ease
Alchemy at its finest. Just being.
Varying of forms it takes
Match, Spark, Embers, Sun, Stars, Nebula
Ignites with discernment and adversity
Fervor of its own origin, unapologetically
Set ablaze to conquer all in its path
Crackling with voice and advocacy
Water opposes it.
Most fear it.
Life respects it.
We are it.
Burning our passions & desires with purpose
Igneous resilience comprise our souls
Human hearts it makes
Bonfire, soirée of the grandiose flame dance
Stoking our imaginations to clear the way
We are embers seeking our next transformation.
The state of eternal blaze.
We are Fire.
Fuels. Fire. Fire. Fuels
What a beautiful and powerful poem, Nicole!