Catching Fire Poem by Rebensky JeanCharles

I caught fire with the gloves of faith.
It burned my skin like a furnace.
I dreamed of the day when the fire will disappear.
When the night time is chilly and being able to see the shiny stars.
When the day time has the blue sky's that I love seeing when I lay down.
When the final run is the last run with a happy ending.
When the truth is no longer hidden in a thick lie.
When the love is open and not tucked into a fist.
When the eyes no longer see shame.
I dream of the day when I no longer have to catch fire.
When I no longer have to hide the smile that god has given me.