I am a very protective and loving person especially to people who have been given a short stick in life.. I have grown up now to know the difference between being an ego driven control freak or a need filled smothering victim. One should care just because you just give a damn. To comfort and heal because it needs to be done. Being a mother type figure because it is part of who you are and treasuring the bits of innocence you have left as a source of power not weakness. This is nothing to be embarrassed about. Stand up for the life you want and value. If what is in your closest is dressed in black and wears a pointy hat don’t be afraid to let her out because she is far stronger and wise then any mouthy B—- you can come up with.
Fire
Only a babe in arms
I reached for the bright blue flames
Hissing under the black tea kettle
Mother says FIRE hot danger death
I always looked back with longing eyes
Whispering Hot Hot under my breath
On plump sturdy little legs
Months later on the oven I lean
Reaching up toward the blazing blue
Chanting hot hot as I test my tip toes
Mother lifted me up saying yes hot hot
Sadly the meaning you know not
She took my little hand
Ever so quick I touched the glowing pot
My eyes grow huge and tear filled
Then cool water and kisses the pain killed
I point to the flames and the singing pot
Pretty……… Blue………..danger…….Hot!
There was born respect for fire’s beauty and temptation
The thin path between wisdom and fascination
Years pass a little boy in a yard lights a match
Holds the blazing yellow orange and neon blue
Close to his eyes I fear his eyebrows will catch
Then drops from stung fingers onto the grass
He stamps quick on the white Smokey wisps
This is not a good idea I say calmly
You are a goody two shoes he says firmly
Fire is dangerous to the playful say I
So is water snapped back the bold boy child
You can save yourself in water
You cannot swim in flames I pout
Smarty pants always the last word he shouts
His words sting as the dinner bell sounds
Quick he stamps the grass, grabbed my hand good
Dragged me to supper and wolfed down his food
Then his uncle burst in with a bucket of sand
Who’s child’s hide tonight must I tan!
For the curiosity kills the cat with desire
All eyes turned to me but my mother says
Not her, for she knows the truth of fire
With growing speed the years start to turn
Warm sun on summer golden skin
Fireworks sparkle without and within
A Bonfire night again fire makes me yearn
A crackling campfire with a moonlit kiss
Heart’s a runaway flame and a cool bliss
Fire is comfort, Fire is pain
Fire is loss yet it can be gain
The fire within gives the courage to fight
The fire of passion to make things right
Temptations are mostly the little burn
That tempers us and makes us learn
As I was once told it’s a wild wild world
Mother and father still pray I pay not too much a price
As I struggle with watching the dark and light
Desire and risk, the quest for wisdom
To know your soul and find fulfillment
From Pandora’s Box to the tempting stranger
Reaching for my hand…
Hot….Pretty…Danger!
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