Fire Poem by Siobhan Niven

Raging, bubbling, powerful, bright;
Raw and hot, filled with light.
Crackle, snap, pop, bang, boom;
Ferocious, fierce, it fills the room.
Beautiful and fragile, yet powerful and strong;
All-consuming, hear its song.
Watch it as it burns away, consuming yet another day.

Transfixed by the beautiful sight, in its flames I see my life;
I see my power but can't be free from all the rage inside of me.
I watch it grow more and more, its gentle whisper becoming a roar;
A roar that scares me but helps me see; all the pain inside of me.
I cower; afraid, that this fire will be forever eternal, consuming me.

I step back and watch as the flames die down; the roar quietened; the fire goes out.
The embers still burn with a beautiful glow; amongst the ashes of what came before.

A spark, a flame, a crackle here and there;
More hurt and pain, added despair.

The embers are stoked and again comes to life,
The raging inferno I'm keeping inside.