fire blue

to a lonely girl who's only ever known suffering and hard work

a burnt child loves the fire,

burn burn burn

but never tire,

never stop, never turn.

the beauty of it, is the pain

the warmth, a chilling reminder

of what she stands to gain

by the flames that scream for her.

she craves the blaze

as much it does her.

you can see in her gaze

the need to stand and never

stop.

because what will happen

when her best friend leaves her,

leaving smoke behind in its wake

her only constant, pain and suffering

just make way for the disappointment

because who said she has the right to be her tired?

hello smoke

you cloud her eyes, take away her vision,

you make it hard for her to breath

and yet you hurt more than the burns on her body

because you don’t hurt at all.

what will she do now?

how will she get her fire back?

But she learnt to live in fire

she can learn to live in the smoke

all by herself.

other fires

that of softness and true warmth

that burn golden and not blue like hers.

they’ll take away her constant.

so isn’t it better

to master the smoke

than tame the gold that threatens to burn her from the inside out?

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems.
also, what do you think my poem means to you?

Reviews

[Luke]

I loved it ...I can only say that your poem spoke to me and projected me in that world "of fire" loss and hardship and made me think about the fire I've been trough and the burns left on my soul as a cause to it but that also I mastered and overcome it .