The fire burns red,
Emanating sweltering bursts of heat
Stifling my air as I just sit and stare-
Staring entranced by the flicker dance of flames upon the wood
Up and down and back and fourth the dancers roam
Dancing their merry dance upon the glowing embers.
Every time I move to join I am warned
The heat is in my clothes when I move I burn my skin
Why can I not join?
It is a beautiful ritual before me
“From the ashes of a fire comes rebirth!”
I want to burn off the old and tattered skin of my life
And once again begin anew
I move and I am burned!
Focus upon one single piece of wood-
See how it mocks me?
It was once a perfect piece, clean cut and even
But now within the flames it is engulfed by the dancers
Slowly it has been morphed into an original object
Of beauty and purity
Nothing could any longer corrupt it
Free of its societies bounders!
It mocks me!
Why must it mock me!?
I see freedom within my grasp
Though that same grasp eludes me
Catches upon only the clean white smoke
And the dancers dance faster
And I cannot stop looking
At this closer image of them
They whisper so subtly
I almost didn’t hear them say
“Walking through fire and not getting burned will change any man.
It’ll send you to a new and better world and place.
Dance with us because we are free.”
An outstretched hand and I take it
Let this pain of ecstasy release me!
I’ll be mocked no more!