I am just a trivial piece,
Till I spread my arms and feet.
A blob of light; that’s what I was at ease,
But, now I am a towering castle.
I can conquer heights,
When my flames endeavor,
I can bow to depths,
When the time is ripe and right.
My frolicking flames: they create.
My searing flames, they destroy.
A small scratch, a small flaw,
This is from where I am born.
But this doesn’t affect my flow,
‘Cos it is who I am, I am FIRE.
I am your friendly neighbor,
Or I am your deadly predator.
I am the beginning, I am the end.
I am the alive, I am the dead.
The poem is up to a degree about the real fire. But it is easily relatable to the fire inside us; the fire that drives our life force. What do you like the most about fire? Let me know in the comments.