The Fire Comes for Us

A free verse on the idea we can shape our own destinies

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On a quiet morning

the light, fleeting breeze

whispers realities of distant pasts

rekindling that feeling again.

I can’t tell you what brings me there,

why I relive this fragile moment,

or what I seek in doing so…

I only know it must be this way.

They say fire is necessary.

It cleans everything and leaves it raw,

and ready for new life to surge from the ashes.

The fire comes for us.

It burns deep

plunging into unseen depths,

devouring it all:

the good and the buried shadows we hide.

That red, living, breathing flame

undoes all to remake it anew,

stronger, bolder, unshackled,

spreading freedom in its wake:

the freedom to be oneself as never before.

A new self is born.

In the depths of the embers