Bright, dancing flames licking up the walls

Of my soul, my being - my heart.

How did this fire ever start?

Now I watch as it spreads and calls.

The flickering flames are beautiful: Exciting.

They turn my head; I’m transfixed.

I should turn back but my gaze is fixed.

The decision is dangerous but I won’t be fighting.

The heat is enticing, I want to feel its touch.

I know it will hurt this burning desire

But fighting makes it stronger it adds fuel to the fire.

It grows and it builds – becomes too much.

Destruction seems to prevail as it engulfs and flashes

But like the phoenix new life and promise can rise from the ashes.