Wildfire
My soul is a wildfire,
just fire and wind.
The water and earth elude my grasp,
Therefore, I'm left with the dry burn and fury
of the wildfire…
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The wind-- my only ally in this world.
The wind can keep my secret in its whisper
and mirror my rage in a gust of power.
The wind shows pain, sorrow, despair…
but also peace, serenity, silence of the world:
and power, raw power that rages through the night.
My power, flying in the sky to be heard by all…
but no one understands the wind.
No one can hear the whispers of the breeze
or the screams in the storms!
The wind may be a keeper of secrets,
but it is also a keeper of words.
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Fire, the double edged blade.
My fire consumes my soul.
A fire for light and warmth, it guides me in the dark.
We let our lights shine, but my fire can rage.
My passion, pain, determination, and anger
make my soul flame.
This can give power…courage…
but also an uncontrollable power that can turn.
My own fire that rages can burn my own heart
with it's scorching heat.
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Where is the rain? Where is the earth?
My stability in this world seems broken--
broken by the missing pieces.
The water has a healing power that I miss…
a calming nature that would quench the fire.
The earth would be my rock… my center.
But my center is lost, only to be filed by wind.
--What do I get with only wind and fire?
No center, no healing or serenity.
Only secrets do I have, and raw power
with no outlet...
with a soul of only two elements, my life…
is but a Wildfire.