The Beautiful Fire
There was a time when Jordan felt safe
A time where things felt peaceful and quiet
But he cannot feel that way anymore
Jordan does not feel much right now
He does not feel fear after washing the blood off his face
He does not even feel guilt or sadness
But he does feel anger, his fist even clenches to draw blood
How dare someone hurt his family
Jordan had to go check on his little brother and sister
Make sure they did not have any scars from the bad man
Little children do not deserve scars from cruel men
Luckily his siblings were fine physically
Although they could not stop crying
Because the memory of the bad man was there
The bad men trying to beat them and stab them
Jordan tried to stop their tears, but they could not stop
Only their mother’s nurturing hands would help
Even though she was bleeding herself from the bad man’s knife
He goes to light the fire to burn the bad dead man’s body outside
Making sure no one saw him, but Jordan could not help but stare
Stare at the vivid colors of the flame and the bright light
The flames that were eating away the bad man
The bad man that Jordan had stabbed only as a young teen
Jordan feels nothing, but gets the memory of calling the bad man ‘dad’
And suddenly a tear rolled down his tormented eyes
There was a time when Jordan did not get scared to feel
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