Flames bright orange danced down cheeks
Tender from previous forest fires.
A raging tornado grew within the heat,
The fire was scalding,
burned right to the bone
Yet with all this fire,
they were still all alone…..
But each flame isn’t perfect, doesn’t burn bright all day
As each amber doesn’t grow when blown away.
Some days fire dies,
Falls prey to vultures near
Dancing fire replaced with bitter tears
Burns short before it’s due
And another fire not renewed
For they always say,
Live a life worth living
But sometimes…. you're just surviving.
Some days a glorious fire dies
Comfort once felt,
you're alone once more.
When these fires die,
Salty loving oceans overflow
Screaming into the sky, hoping for a hand to hold.
As each time a fire dies, a soul does too.