Fire
When I touch it
I’m not burned,
But instead
It responds.
Speaking to the fire
Feels good,
But with it comes
A fear.
The fear is
Difficult
To explain,
But I press on
I show this fire
Care,
And it seems to
Care back.
This fire
Seems to accept
Me
For who I am…
A beautiful fire…
Makes me smile.
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