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I am like fire. I am wild and emblazoned with color,
every step, every sound billowing up around me.
When I speak, the words leave my lips
already sizzling. When I stand, the ground shakes
beneath me, both fearful and proud of my feet.
I am like fire. My hands spark energy. One touch
and the world around me comes alive.
When my fingertips graze over skin,
goosebumps appear. When I hold a hand in mine,
I share silent stories. I create warmth
with a single kiss.
I am like fire. Like light. Everything I embrace grows hot,
grows bold, grows brighter. I bring passion
into places where there is none. I turn flickers
into flames. There is a fierceness in my fingers, love
in my lungs that I breathe out with tenacity, with purpose.
I am like fire. I can destroy or save, ignite
or keep a body breathing when the temperature falls too low.
I choose not to set the things I touch into chaos.
I choose to heat, to calm.
I am like fire. And I burn for the things I love,
for the strength I feel in my chest, for the beauty I see so wild
and alive all around me. I will burn for places, for passion.
For memories that have been and will come.
I will burn, bringing light into darkness. An energy
that cannot, will not be extinguished.