Playing With Fire Poem by Kewayne Wadley

For the first time in a long time
I tried to grab fire.
I am still not good at learning
Certain lessons.
Neither of us accepting that we
Have nothing in common.
Holding on to something
You want sometimes hurts
More than realizing that you
Need to let go.
For the first time in a long
Time, I've associated need
With desire.
Urgency striking a match
Across my lips.
The pleasure of a brief pain
That sparks friction
The feeling of being alive.
Rather than running my hand across
The tip of fire,
I grabbed & held on.
However nonchalant, that only
Added gasoline to my participation.
However indecisive,
You'll follow your nature to it's
Fullest
& I'll live out loud
The last time I'll try to grab fire
Again
Scorched to a crisp